Monday, February 18, 2019

Mumbling About Something

I hear the sound of nothing
hitting the roof of something
in the planet of nowhere
near the corner of maybe
under the sky of someday


I seat and I stretch my legs
and relax for a second
in the world of who knows what
waiting for who knows who...
does that makes sense?
perhaps no,
perhaps yes,
but again,
who cares?

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