
Silently pensive,
observing world’s rise and fall—
like god, the statue.

Silently pensive,
observing world’s rise and fall—
like god, the statue.

Enlightened west world,
as the sunlight in the north,
bright, only partial.

Stuck between the lines,
with paradoxes abound;
driving—car or life.

Shoving in your face
positivity, sunlight,
as enthused grandma.

Like a child at play,
casting aside its play thing,
trees shoved for buildings.