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Why am here?
I have no answers.
What do they want with me?
I have nothing to give!

I feel locked up through this moment of deluded range.
What is my purpose?
My words are lost through walls and landscapes.
Can you see my wrinkly, blue and yellow face?

I talk in conversation.
I listen to men and women whispering.
Take me away from this human race.
Can’t you feel the pain within the glass of this mobile case?

I see the words falling through this page,
with no gravity to hold them – in this paper place.
Words tumble, with letters dancing with grace.
Have you ever been stung while holding the ace of spades?

Why am here?
I have no answers.
What do they want with me?
I have nothing to give.

This 21st century is packed with weaponry,
that keeps any being locked up in their place.
I was born before my time,
I know because space travel wants me to climb.
My ship awaits – to take me through the fields of cosmic dust,
where my family smile and laugh at my chase.

I feel locked up through this moment of deluded range.
What is my purpose?
My words are lost through walls and landscapes.
Can you see my wrinkly, blue and yellow face?

I’m here now!
I await time; to finish this place.
This world will spin long after I’m gone,
but will I smile again?
After looking back at all these wrongs.

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david irvine

Do your own thing in your own way and get what you came here for. I have a little book collection on Amazon - Enjoy!

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