A blooming mind

Poem 14

Ugly faces, Yellow skins.

Rivers of hair, Noisy voices.

Everything is turning around in circles.

Brains working, Confusing looks.

Sweeting from the inside,

Trembling from the outside.

They're vomiting a language,

Full of sings and symbols,

Thinking it's science.

I'm sitting in the center,

While ugly faces are painted in white,

Trying to solve number problems,

Walking like puppy dolls,

Between groups of working brains.

Why would I care,

About solving dying things problems,

While I dream of flying,

And painting a rainbow?

Better sit in my corner,

Wondering why clouds aren't purple,

Instead of watching dreaming teenagers,

Becoming uglier and blinded by dying numbers.