roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I

Swarming and Non-Specific

The world runs

The world fears

Let us know how much

Before the end arrives

Glance at it

Glare into its soul

Feel the world turning

While you see its true form

Nothing scares like winter

To the anxious little boy

He relies on our care

So keep your head clear

This is a world you cannot fathom

But I'm pleading

Do not let the swarming and non-specific

Take control of your mind

There was a parking space

It used to be yours

But someone else is there now

You have to let it go

For this boy's sake, and mine,

Let your anxieties go

The swarming and non-specific

Are not the final word

The world trembles

The world knows

Let us know how much

Before we can begin