The bear looks down
While looking down to the world
In a delusional high demand
While playing with the cards
Of a giant unstable pile
Accumulated by his bloody fuzzy truth
As a passive existence
The bear bears the hours
Of a silly pointless matter-instance
Pushed ahead inertially
By that bubbling happy kid
With naive faith as if exerting a force
To the strings of a dead puppet
Pulling it up and down
By purified movements
The kid changes the bear
From left to right
So that the sweeties
Can be finally tasted
But soon again
The bear stares still
At medals and trophies
Eager for a never ending path
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