A breath of air
Tiny molecules of oxygen transported
into the musty atmosphere
Consumed by the greens and browns
of what is called nature
yet polluted by arrogant skeletons and
pesky bodies of meat
Oil-based technological metals that
I do not understand
yet here I am standing in one
surrounded by salty fish
who needs more oiling
So loud, creaky scrubs of plastics
I can hear the drums beating within those
ailing bones, caused by ignorant negligence
of emotions and physical education
They certainly have no brains, do they?
And I follow in their footsteps
To blend in and not stand out
cause they will know who I am if I do
Mortals are annoying
If I could be one
Yes some of them could be looking over
as I sniffle a cold down my throat
and shuffle my playlist in the app next door
but yeah let them see
I detest them shoving me like nothing
They will pay sooner or later anyways
sigh...I want the cold to go away
and them mortals too
So stuffy in this jam-packed can
full of good-for-nothings
Trains...
JE LEEST
/MEMORY/
Non-fictienever will I ever find a world that's better...oh wait, sarcasm is written in this letter. Written anywhere: in panic or anxiety, the reason's there.
