I Exist

Devoid of the reach of my age

On the brisk of work and its wage

The world that is

Of what I am

Of what it is

It’s audacity to accept thee

Its gullibility to accommodate me

Amid the noise of my breath

And its sincere death

I exist

In the time where I once stood

It was there then, it still is

Why things are the way they are?

Or this is how it is?

Are you silent or just too far?

I knew and still know

You had a lot inside you

There were many ears

Had your eyes crossed

beyond the waves of nearby shore