What Will You Do Poem by Benjamin Dotse

You think many thougt
and realised you are thoughless

You take the next mile,
and realise you are at mile 0,

Y ou stretch forth your hands
and get hold of nothig.

You speak and no one stops by
to listern to you

Right on the high way, you see
your body carried away
and realise you are know
an airy wind going its way.

Yesterday you were among the
population.

soon you will be one among the carcas.
And now you are, but a piece of earth
buried beneath the earth.