The sidewalk talks,
In the middle of the day.
The sunshine coughs
In the middle of the fray.
"I am overman", he says,
People never look his way.
"I surround you!" he says,
And suddenly, he fades away.
The people scan the sky,
After searching, they cry:
"Why?"
"You hold no admiration,
Yet I allowed your creation.
I have fueled your nation,
Yet you hold no admiration."
The Sun floats away,
As the bright of day,
Slowly fades to night
It is when you are gone,
That you truly shine bright.
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Exploring the Mind
PoetryFooling around with the mind, your amazed at what you can find! Your existence is a goldmine of experiences.
