I look at the man
with something on his mind
no one would ever comprehend
I look at the dog
and think if he has anything
significant in that brain
I look at the fields
but they can not look at me
as I have nothing to offer them
I look at the moon and stars
for if something was quenching to my imagination
they were it
I look at the walls and boundaries
and wonder if you ever knew they
could all be torn down.
I even look at me.
nothing special
I'm too wasted anyways
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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