Reality snuck through the door
and crawled across the wooden floor.
Grabbed me by the neck and shook
Said, “Why the heck don’t you look.”
Look at what or who, my reply,
let go of me you make me cry.
Don’t you see I want to flee,
this world and I don’t agree.
“Feeling nominal are you now? ”
“Insignificance now your vow? ”
“Are corners all that you seek? ”
“Your excuses so, so weak! ”
Mightily the kick I received
somehow though I felt much relieved
even though my foot did ache.
Nominal gone…I’m awake!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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