Let me tell you about my Day.
written in poem form
Let me tell you about my day. one where I wanted you to stay; went to the park found no space, no surrender, I lay myself down on the brick bench slab, so cold it cooled my back. while I looked onward up in the unknowing of what is yet to come, nobody is looking at me but only what is in between. I was so hungry I went to get some wings not all that satisfying, not at all, in fact, they were just some wings; ate them in a mall on a bench because everything else is dead, too dead to sit and eat the tables are pushed up against a wall and the chairs are stacked high. so all I do is walk as though it is the end of the world and I have turned into a zombie, waiting to go home, waiting until the clock strikes six o'clock. when I get home I shall sit on my bed, no! I shall dive into my bed or maybe first take a shower, then I will lay there and sleep and rest my eyes from all of what I have seen. then I shall dream, a really splendid dream the one where I have achieved everything like me, everything I have wanted to be. Just like some wings that are nothing but some wings but now I can dream and fall fast asleep.