I see these places that will remain
as strange as they are to me today.
I see these little people scattered on the streets.
I see them locked away in a world not their own.
This lonely expanse on this never ending piece of earth.
And I see these toy like cars and trucks.
Somehow they don’t belong together.
I try to guess (,to think)
what it feels like to live in such small world
and not on this huge earth.
I guess they don’t know what I see from here.
That life had a dead end.
And at that end
either
we can choose to be in tinier coffins
or
we can be a part of never ending sky
and this ever nourishing earth.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
I see these places that will remain
as strange as they are to me today.
I see these little people scattered on the streets.
I see them locked away in a world not their own.
This lonely expanse on this never ending piece of earth.
And I see these toy like cars and trucks.
Somehow they don’t belong together.
I try to guess (,to think)
what it feels like to live in such small world
and not on this huge earth.
I guess they don’t know what I see from here.
That life had a dead end.
And at that end
either
we can choose to be in tinier coffins
or
we can be a part of never ending sky
and this ever nourishing earth.
