high in the sky, <br />the birds fly, <br />looking down at the world. <br />deep down <br />underground, <br />the sound of <br />the world above <br />destroys <br />the natural choirs <br />of purity. <br />on the ground, <br />i stand, <br />lost in thoughtless <br />despair, <br />i have not moved <br />in 24 years.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-it-as-it-is/
