Friday, March 18, 2016

Summer Tedium

The attempts that you make
To figure me out;

To fix me within the matrices
Of your understanding.

Yet it looks like you covet
The little that I have.

The little that I have
Which for me is a treasure.

To break your illusions
I reveal all that I have. 

My four walls
And a chirpy little bird. 

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