I was driving my car,
I was coming back home.
I was talking on the phone,
I was talking to my home.
I was driving on the sky,
I was really really high.
I was talking on the phone,
I could never reach my home.
I was going back to home,
I was talking on the phone.
If I didn't have a phone,
I might have reached my home.
If I wasn't high,
If the road was not a sky,
If I wanted my home,
I would have reached my home!
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
