I fold my mat rolled on my shoulder:
I have lost all lucks with human beings;
For we have lost all trusts in human feelings,
It is everything business to people dealings.
I'm in search of peace of mind,
Where can I find?
I need to be hospitalized,
But not by mankind.
I have been ready for the end;
For a long time.
My mission and vision hold me back;
The wages I pay monthly;
Got me stuck.
Depression note three,
Last of the depression notes.