POEM - Let Them Touch Grass

I was not born into this world,

with but a single life to be lived,

just to let someone in the same damn boat

convince me that I need to make myself

invisible in order to please others

The mountain hanging overhead,

I can do nothing about

But the fields of edible starlight,

I intend to taste in detail

  

You can all claim I’m wasting the entirety

of my time in this conscious vehicle,

yet not a single moment of your lives

will have been lived with the sole intention

of pleasing my pomposity either

So kindly sto...