The Looking Glass Volume 37 | Page 18

My Name

Ohr Klein

I am organized and oblivious.

I wonder about the past.

I hear an infinite concert;

I see fiction everywhere.

I want what can’t be given

I am organized and oblivious.

I pretend to understand;

I feel alone.

I touch cold.

I worry about the future;

I cry about the past.

I am organized and oblivious.

I say I will own a restaurant;

I dream about my future.

I try to do good.

I hope to succeed.

I am organized and oblivious.

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