What eat the fruit?
Is it the snake?
This is a cage
There is nothing else
Small very small my friend
Slither here and you be found
The question remains
Thing out of the bars
They call you crazy or mabye childish
Is it really how it looks
Or is it just all deceiving
Stop sit on a rock and thing how big is small?
Again the looks are deceiving.
Note: I don't know this poem was made while I was just sitting doing nothing. Not sure if it's good.
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Emil,
Soundls like you don't know what you're specifically thinking about... but your young minds cannot stop thinking. It continue to wonder about things, life, universe etc..
Maybe (a BIG maybe) you're thinking of how to "furnish" your new room at your new house?
Hmmmmm the universe. Wanderes, planets, nomads. All wandering the mass of the universe. Nobody knew how big it really is. Everybody thinks the universe is a huge clorkwork before but Einstein came and told them it isn't.
hello emil, some of the best far reaching poems are made during that quiet lull of nothingness :)
keep it up!
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