Realiti questions Poem, by amethyste, at My poetic side

Do you question reality?

I do sometimes;

Today I found myself on the second floor Of a fast food building;

Sitting nearby the window

In some bench-like chair;

There were three of us;

One in the corner;

One in the middle of the small room;

And I nearby the window;

For a while I appreciated the fact that we,

As species,

For a while, Were able to eat each one its respective food,

Without gnarling and snarling at each other;

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