i am only but a man
not good not bad
just the way i was designed
less for myself, more for the others
who look at me stare at me
yell at me
for the mouse who roams my house
squeaking fearlessly
cuz he's grown so many years with me
i'll not let myself harm him
as he runs room to room
feeding on my decayed poetry
i am only but man
not sad not happy
just the way i was designed
less for others, more for myself
and i reach out to things beyond my reach
to grasp the fruit hanging mockingly on tree
it snickers as i jump
one inch away but a millions miles anyway
it will probably stay
eluding me till the end of time
but i think it will drop right into my open mouth
the moment my death arrives
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