Sometimes I wonder What it feels like To be an inanimate object
Do they dream when humans sleep Do they ponder mysteries of the deep Do they fall apart from a broken heart Do they write poetry for monthly projects
Do their heads hurt from migraines Do their legs throb from excruciating pain Do the spider veins cause them to consider surgery Do their eyebrows quirk in a moment of whimsy
Sometimes I wonder What it feels like To be an inanimate object Because sometimes I feel like I am.
