on marbled landscape
he sits on the white ocean
A happy black shape....
I see him from a distance
lost in his head
I envy his peace...I envy his mind
I march on ahead
He's too lost.. to see me approach
As if i'm the air
Still lost the beauty
He dosent even care
I reach up and smile
Ask him how long has he lain
Its a soilder soaking in nature
With a bullet in his brain.
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