This is a small planet
Slowly we connect to
Each other all over
The Globe
Fragile and small, almost
On the verge of being overheated
We live in this corner of universe
And whatever happen to us
We have to be mindful of our
Limited options
The Earth
Flair
Trying to forget
Who I am and why
The night is full of options
Even though it is cold here
I am hallucinating green and blue flowers
In a dessert landscape
On the bottom of the sea
I am floating
Happily until
Morning
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Strange places next to home
Certain days demands escapes to a different city
Another place to put the restless mind and body
I choose the workers city south of home
A dirty place with a huge highway in the middle
In order to keep the workers mind focused
on work
The gigant harbour filled with containers and cars
The factory making trucks and the factory making medicine
To drug the world and make life filled with pills of different color
I love that place, poor people from all over the world come here
To seek the true unhappiness in a life filled with thing and matter
Are they happy, happier or just busy making a living
I do not know and I am not going to ask them
I let them get on with their life and feel happy that this
is not my home but a lush green place that is ok for a day or two
or more, enjoying the serene feeling of being a stranger in a land
That never been mine
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Noway I am this
Terrible things happens
