my pen can trace itself
these white lines symbolize
empty
what should you do with
your eyes?
who killed surprise?
this, our world, is like
a rock in itself
mid-flight
must you be taught
what’s a lie?
or sink till you
drown till you die.
(but, for a moment
i wish i could walk through
walls like a ghost
just to get what i’m
here for and leave.)