gone today
what are the eyes
looking at
I am a tree with
nothing to say
come lower your ear
there are chaos screams
and chit chatter of
scandalous teens
the times are quite
too quick
things are not what
I thought
Just tinker tat
of bugs spat
the sky knows that
I'm still a tree
Standing, watching
what are the eyes
looking at
I am a tree with
nothing to say
come lower your ear
there are chaos screams
and chit chatter of
scandalous teens
the times are quite
too quick
things are not what
I thought
Just tinker tat
of bugs spat
the sky knows that
I'm still a tree
Standing, watching
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