Ponder

Rich,

Poor,

Full,

Empty,

Love,

Hate,

Love hate

Hate me

Love me

Tears flooding,

Why?

Ask him

Ask them,

Don’t ask me

Am a new born-child

In their old world,

In their dirty washed world,

But born with a mission,

What mission?

Ask me,

I’ll tell you

Don’t tell them,

Hide it

As they do,

As they always got to do.

Am a child

But I already regret

To have knew them

Even before my birth,

Who are they?

Ask them!


BaRrRYcK R.

March 8th 2010 at 2010

Perched on the sixth floor wondering!

Fes, morocco
Barryck R.
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