I want what
I don't have.
I have what I
don't care about.
I dream of
being in places
that I'm not.
I'm an infant
in a crib
staring up
at a mobile
that's making
a lot of noise.
I can't reach
it with my foot
to stop it
and if I did
I have no muscles
yet, or
coordination.
I feel wet
and hungry, I
am going to lie
here and cry
until things
change for my
betterment.
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