Sometimes, the world
is a three-year-old, throwing
tantrums, not wanting
to go to bed

Sometimes, the world
age past eternity and eyes,
wide awake,
await for death

Sometimes, the world
counted stars without names
and guess which one
hits next

Sometimes, the world
listens to the groaning of
its stomach and take
poison for medicine

Sometimes, the world
is you and the world
is me, we never cared
nonetheless