Mr. Nobody

My name is Mr.

Nobody, and where I live

no one notices

me. Except for my

reflection, and through swirling

chaos, my mirror

taught me, to mask my

insides, lights behind my eyes

with an outside that's

also me, just a

bit more brittle. My shell that

I wear doesn't like

think or care about

people's little problems while

skinny starve-people

sit in the sand while

I hear bubble-people speak.

The innocence in

them concealed as a

person, hasn't been pricked

by the planet's harsh

criticisms, and

the people they haven't grown

up to be yet are

trapped in fast tracked

single mindedness, without

seeing life's puzzle.

I dance my way through

a lost portrait of chaos,

have you ever thought

of the forbidden

garden of eden? Was it

a fruit perched in a

garden? Or the earth

that I walk on. Do people

think about stillness

before biting from

the perfect enclosed system

that beauty and trees

were frame formed out of?

Gaia kissed me then spoke

I blended into

her perfect portrait,

no more important than a

droplet of water.

Insignificance

is inherent to life and

I hate when people

think themselves taller

than forests or think deeper

than creatures living

at the bottom of

the ocean. My mirror sits

frozen behind each

of my eyelids, so

each time I blink I transport

to tranquility,

only to open

my eyes and find spaces full

of bubble-people

who have not yet learned

to blink, world shrink perceived as

the seven seas world

breezes and knowledge

that is fake and brittle. and

My

name

is

Mr. Nobody

and where I live

no one notices me

except for my reflection.