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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