Of Being God by Talile Ali
swinging fist and punching clouds
kicking myself in the pants
bored as hell and quick to yell
wanting to have some romance
share some ideas with a friend
dancin in the park
running around the cumulous clouds
while filling up an ark
some say that i'm mysterious
all-knowing and aware
i want them to see me for what i am
why can't they just be fare
solutions are easy, problems are hard
conflicts are griss for the mill
discovering alternate ways to see
concluding that sometimes is a will
of being god, i sometime see
my mind a wondering show
always something new to see
wonders to behold
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poem by Talile Ali
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