I will not adapt

I can see a blind. deaf guy, walking the streets
listening to birds sing,
I can see trees, growing roots on our hard asphalt.
But I will not stepp in to your line,
I will not wait for you to sign me up
I will not wait for you to turn on your light
even if it burns so bright.



Poetry by Audun G. Jakobsen
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Written on 2008-03-03 at 20:50

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