The Weird Machine

Underneath

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I'm just standing in the middle of nowhere...
What should I thing about?
May be grass, maybe clouds,
May be something lost...

But instead, I think about storm
When it sound makes you a chicken shit
And pops your eyes so open...

I think about storm,
Full of winds which turns heaven
Into a desert head down,
Head down....

I enjoy people running everywhere,
Like ants all across the ground
Without no sense…

And there is me,
Watching like on TV
This world not so charming,
Like a weird machine.