My Distance
Eyes, dead as a grave,
As the Grave and Earth are 5 feet away.
I am ghost, five feet away from you,
My cold skin observing your cold.
Ears closed with the sound of your voice,
Dead silence, but loud thoughts.
Eyes into wondering space,
But thoughts without a trace.
Smile but don’t smile,
So you keep your silence.
Approach me once or twice,
But there’s nothing else to say.
Sealed mouth, but want’s to chirp,
You have eyes to see but no mouth to talk.
Talk the talk but not walk the walk,
Is the actions of your speeches.
You talk to the living and not the Dead,
You pray for the Dead but not for the wounded.
Help the Rich, but turn on the poor,
As higher pay comes from the Rich.
Humble people left in the dust,
Prideful people sit on the Golden Throne.
Glory goes for the Rich,
Darkness haunts the humbled.
Problems follow everyone,
Harder on the humbled.
For they have nothing to solve with,
But for the Rich, their Money is their savior.
5 feet away from this Earth,
A living ghost in living meat.
As the pursuit of happiness is not the same,
All it is, is to be upon glory and riches.
I live not here no more,
So I keep My Distance.
