Wonder Poem by William Levy

I look at the man
with something on his mind
no one would ever comprehend

I look at the dog
and think if he has anything
significant in that brain

I look at the fields
but they can not look at me
as I have nothing to offer them

I look at the moon and stars
for if something was quenching to my imagination
they were it

I look at the walls and boundaries
and wonder if you ever knew they
could all be torn down.


I even look at me.
nothing special

I'm too wasted anyways