I don't speak Chinese, I found this topic on a sheet of paper. Its meaning was, "I stepped into what?" It interest me so I wrote this poem of fiction, with a little truth to it. Don't hold me accountable for the language or it's meaning. But you can hold me accountable for stepping into this world of twit, then go look into the mirror, cause you in it too.

I stepped into a world of twit,
it's very hard to remove it.
Stuff gets stuck on
the bottom of my shoe,
and sometimes I don't
know what to do.

God tries to clean the ground,
the devil keeps dumping it down.
One day my soul is clean,
the next day it seems mean.
I dance back and fourth,
sometimes confusing
south and north.

Turning east and west,
I still had to figure what is best.
I ran outside without my shoes,
in came some pretty bad blues.
What ended up on my soul,
almost put me in a hole.

Then I discovered,
I'd better hurry and get recovered.
Now I keep on my shoes,
but I still have to pay my dues.
My face stays sunny,
but seems like
I'm running out of money.

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