Sometimes I find a deer in the mirror.
The deer freed from all the restrictions.
The deer who wanders around the forest
with no given path, with no proven methods.
But after I wash my face,
I find a man in the mirror
walking on the asphalt road
hearing "beep beeps"
all headed toward on direction.
Everyday I goto sleep,
into the dream,
where the deers
play around,
enjoying just to be themselvs.
Gloomy poem and hust try to check iambic pentameter, I like the poem
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