there's no point in lying,
when no one's reading.
there's no point in sighing,
when no one's asking.
there's no point at all
yet we still find it,
like the hidden treasures,
the clouds in the sky,
the sun after the storm,
the stars in the dead night,
the moon that shines with stolen light,
with everything and yet nothing
simply falling down.
Lying around and staring above
and then below at the ants
biting me and reminding me
that they are busy, unlike me.
©winkafeath
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