My World Poem by Henry Aarre

My World



What’s this all again, in my head?
Just rolling around in bed.
Can’t sleep, because sinking too deep.
Wondering about everything and nothing.

How’s this true, my life,
could I have a wife,
a couple of kinds running around?
What’s that sound?
I’m not an optimist nor pessimist,
but I can’t seem to find anything in this world that I would miss!

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