Thu, 04/12/2018 - 17:39 -- drk6037

They we guess-

They don't know.

They can?

They live in a separate existence.

They never deviate.

They only follow.

They are in to and everywhere.

They may be agitated or mellow.

They have no thought.

They have no color.

They have no weapons.

They cannot hate.

They cannot love.

They cannot discriminate.

They are breathed, eaten and deficated.

They are constant.

They repose in dead and living.

We are ignorant of them.

We exist for us.

We can love.

We can hate.

We think we are the top.

We cannot exist without them.

We are oblivious.

We are unreliable.

We are mean.

We destroy.

We are suspicious.

We are external.

We communicate.

We don't really live.

We act.

We know not reality.

We are neon.

We can't see.

We are all the same.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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