I Predict A Riot

it's cRitical

I am alone here and you may not see me

I am with this voice but you can't hear me

I am but a friend you may not know

I am which is a stranger you call 'foe'.

Says who am I? Who are you?

it's quite critical to tell what's true.

You are the droplets on that May 1st rain

You are that song I sing and play

You are who's tale they'd never learn

You are this poem I speak today.

Says which is where and what was why?

it's quite critical if I just deny.

We are those strings that broke with the strums

We are set there to cry and frown

We are the lines that cross the Cartesian

We are unknown for we never began.

Says I'm afraid and myself's to blame,

it's quite critical 'cos we're not the same.

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Nov. 9, 12

8:43 am