I

Sometimes you have to sit
And wonder,
And then be forced to admit
Your blunder.

Standing on the edge of it
I looked across its endlessness
And thought to myself, shit,
That's deep.

II

I have a friend.
He once saw a rainbow-winged dragonfly.
I am envious.

III

I am not the foreign man
Lost in the foreign lands,
My face being scorched by burning sand.

This is neither existensial
Nor is it self-referencial,
Well it may be, but that's coincidental.

Of course, I'm probably lying.

But times are getting hard
Times are getting
Times