A poet with no home
 Walks infinity
 Doesn’t know conventions
 Doesn’t care for them
 Walks
 The sand is soft
 People whispering
 Don’t like the poet
 Got how he is
 For that he is
 For who he is
 They laugh at him
 Scolds and mocks 
 He’s afraid
 Like a mouse
 Not showing though
 Pretends he’s strong
 Tiny solder made of lead 
 Who’s tearing up the way
 15:16 21.09.03