Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
And this strange tree could not agree,
That if this tree could ever see,
A stranger tree it sure would be.
You have no right to call me insane, you
Can watch what I do, you can have your own
Opinions, but you have no right to judge
Me. I have stood here long enough to know
Hello, you, who looks like me,
Will you tell me what you see?
Answer, please, my spoken plea,
I wish to see my mind’s debris.
Dead. The Winter silence amplified by
Muted objections from the misty ghosts
Which prowled the murky streets like a cheerless
Ariel. Stark murmurs of a twisting
O’ wicked witch, a secret death,
Your local gypsy legend reeks,
Curse us all in rotten breath,
The light of the world coming down.
At dewy morn’, there hangs a crystalline
Intricacy, casually tempting
Harmless flies into its morbid, frosty,
Inescapable grasp. Devoured half-
I - am too meagre to bear a flag.
A - lthough I’ve whispered dreams to others,
M - ust I endure their selfless fruition?
Have you ever seen a giraffe drink?
If not, pause, stop to think,
It spreads its feet,
With eyes discrete,
They ran through the flowers, they say,
They played all the hours away,
They sang all the time of the day,
They picked at the Summer’s display.