Sometimes the world, is there,
Just for us to snare
Sometimes, what the hell is all
Never mind...next bus!
How is it then; the rooster and-
Can't take off? Yes, the world-
Is there, for all of us, to take care,
Or to spark, the flares,
Let's take a look,
Is our home, our space, nice to read,
Such a big book!
Yes, sometimes, there is, our world,
Being sculpture, molded so fine,
Like one, sword,
Many voices; playing one-chord,
Sometimes, this world,
Like too many, too heavy,
By: Juli Monat
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