You may think this is a meaningless poem
but inside what could you find?
I used to think I were a meaningless poem
but inside me I found some hope.

What are you?
Are you a colour?
Are you a circumference?
If yes, I'll be your circle.

It was myself and I was the forest.
And I has one question:
      "Could I get lost in my forest?"
              And I did.

Once upon a time, there was a massive forest
and I could not see it.

In the middle of a page, the letters were formed and
In the middle of the letter I saw a hole...
             It was an O

Once upon a time, the clock stopped
                                  and it grew old.
                                  How can time grow old?
                                                    I do not know

Come upon the screen
I long to be like the past
with delight in the molecules around me
that run across the house like I had been;
I wish they last
but the only thing left is me.

I wish they last
but the only thing left is me