The world around me is no mere world hanging in space,
The world is a sick and twisted joke from the mind of…
Sometimes I have pity for the shamed who have no pity for me
When they think me shamed.
I never see the same thing twice.
I explore what I can because I know nothing is forever.
I see details.
I hear the cries that no one else hears, but
I also hear the joy around me.
I smell the sour and decaying world everyone else smells,
But I also smell the sweetness everyone else forgets.
I taste the bitterness of hate that no one can get rid of,
But I savor the creaminess of pleasure because there is so little.
I experience what I touch and
Remember it may be the last time I ever touch it again.
I grip all I can because nothing’s a reality,
It’s all an obscure vision blown by the wind.
Though I think this world a pebble falling for an everlasting lifetime
I cherish its wonder.