Air particles
Swirl round and round
No different as before
An ant,
Crawls towards my hand
And I squish it ever so slowly.
I cannot feel the inky mess at all
It is nothing but a tiny black dot
That simply just moves
The sky, looks nothing more
Than an endless pattern of blue and white
The trees, saplings of tasteless broccoli
The grass, strands of wild hair
The insects, filthy lice that live in amongst them
The flowers, mini cracked plates of emptiness
The birds, flappy pieces of pasta
The rain, annoying lost beads from broken jewellery
How does the sun watch over the world each day, let alone rise and shine?
How does the moon travel the empty black, let alone rise and glow?
The world is nothing but a meaningless dream...