Forgive me all, this is not a poem... A real poem should give the same meaning when translated such as:
Living free as a tree
and together as a forest

These days I turn and talk to myself
I ask what I am doing here
Well, that's something many people ask
Well, that's many people do,
They are here, they exist.
and I have to be one of them

These days I turn and talk to myself
I ask where I am in thease sheds
Well, you're in a shed everybody else is
Well, how many people there?
They are here, they are protected
and I have to be one of them

These days I turn and talk to myself
I ask how I am doing here
Well, that's something many people ask
Well, that's how many people are,
They are doing fine, they are fine.
and I have to be one of them

These days I turn and talk to myself
I ask why I am doing here
No what, no where, no how....
Found no answers, no means
I turn to people
I just find whats

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I always wanted to fuck reality but reality always fucked me before.
Angels in America

Real poetry is whatever you want it to be. Poetry, ie "unsung mouth music" is an expression

of your thoughts. As such there can be no right and wrong.

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Calm, quiet, smooth, devastating