Tents in the sky
People floating by
Asking questions
Why? Oh why?
Can't they see?
That i'm being me
I hate to assume
On their afternoon
But they seem confused
Abused and used
I imagine the tents
Across the sky
All filled with people
That used to cry
I know they're asking
To be free
With tents in the sky
They'll be just like me.
C. Vergara
04.03.2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am being me..the key word Enjoyed reading