Why Me?

I had the best dream ever. Sitting on a basement waiting, cat-and-mouse for a change.

Unexpectedly forth came this beauty, that took me out of my cage.

I may not be able to see my nose, but I can see the adorableness that lays on it.

The airiness of companionship, fragile, and vulnerable, is maintained alone by our own volition.

Only a bluff aloft asperous rocks if one wills it to be.

Patience waited for adorableness to appear to him but watched it's activity advance in flight.

"Beauty is free" I said "so why did it adjudge to acreage on me?"

This poem is about: 
Our world

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