Sitting there

with time to spare.

No place to go

while nobody knows,

how solitary

and unwary


the feeling can be.

Like a blank paper,

I might be a sky scraper.

Built up but yet empty,

feeling hollow and blank.

Although, I’d like to thank

for being put together.


Admitting whether the weather

is thin or thick,

I cannot stand being a brick.

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