Un Title Poem by donavan avril

The night are shorten,
The days a few,
The sun at its pick
The moon at its best,
I can't tell the difference cause am far from human race.
Food crumble like ashes, while water run down like a drain.
Bunch me I can't feel
Cut me I wouldnt bleed.
From stone age to technology they all look the same to me.
From hut houses to sky scrapers, to kings and queens, president to prime ministry
All lot the same for me.
If u don't make yourself important in life, no one would.
So it all up to u to make somethings out for yourself....