• Some

    Some watch the clouds
    In search of reason,
    Some have no doubts
    That this is treason.
    Some sleep all day
    Between the grass,
    Some slave away
    While moments pass.
    Some take the time
    To smile and think,
    Some loose their prime
    And start to shrink.
    Some are like Shika
    The rest are weak.


    Plastic

    Your body is made out of plastic and wood,
    I watched you grow and I understood
    No one is meant to stand as I stood,
    But I keep waiting for it to be good.

    There is nothing to see, except your face,
    Everything else is dark in this place,
    I love you like a bird in space,
    Wounded animal loosing the race.