Solipsism Poem by Derek Ouyang
Solipsism
Crowded subway train, iron wheels thunder
On windowpanes, people's reflections, I wonder
Why does only my own face seem to be alive?
Why do the pupils of their eyes betray any mind?
Tunnel lights fly by like the hands of a wooden clock
And when the shuttle stops, the masses flood the dock
Friday, June 4, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: flood
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