I write, aimlessly,
As the sea moves
As the tide falls
As the star shoots.
I speak, meaninglessly,
As the door creaks
As the dog howls
As the ghost speaks.
I think, thoughtlessly,
As the wind blows
As the sun rises
As the river flows.
I move, unmovingly,
As the stone rolls
As the bucket tumbles
As tears flow.
I stare, blindly,
As dull goes the light
As time stays unfair
As they die in plight.
I believe, unknowingly,
As leaders croak
As mosquites hover
As crime conquers every nook.
I change....
I do....
I feel....
Nothing...at all...
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