A Nobody Picture Poem by Abel Obando

Picture a wall with grafitti,
imagine a world where England is in America
and Brasil is in Asia.
You shall never aim to wait something
from the diversity of attitudes and thoughts
called me.

I have gone from sensitive to careless,
out of craziness to logical
and still i am standing here,
at this street in life
with no signs on it and silence working everywhere.

I like solitude to be my companion
as well as friends surrounding me without noticing my presence
cause at the moment they look at me
the street would change direction
even though i would like everyone to get an eye on me
it isn't possible since i like weird to be written at my forehead
and gentle to be spoken from my mind! !

Words usually fly from my mind
to the tip of my fingers
and then to a sheet of paper
that should be burn by the time it hits the web
and later disappear
to continue what everyone does and does not knows
about me, an I that is never me! !