I listen to the world

In the wain of sun, I was told my work
to know the known,
to find my way in the world unknown.
The ways made are simple
and guides you in good.
but if you protest,
the guards are really rude.
As the system is strong in its place, with no differences allowed
to fill in the vacancies in place.

and I know my love, my life.
I love to be there, learn from
the man so old, hear his time and
appreciate it, live a little more
in the time so gone to fund myself
for the coming one.
I love to learn, I love to be with
with all things here, the machines,
the tapping on the keyboards,
the walking of the feet, the air-conditioners are so noisy
in the place where I don't talk nor thee, the phones are just earthquakes here
as they ring to the fading sounds, the water slips down and
the power is sound,  I want to ask their life so aghast,
the situations and their walking so fast.
I hear the music they play,
the way they talk.

I hear so much, all the world's
talking to me, except few men.
and I want to do some more, a
little of my time
is so countless, to bind myself to me
and thus the universe.