Sometimes
I want to be
A driftier
Then I would be
The richiest people in the
World.
The sky would be
My roof
The earth - my floor
The grass, the snow - my carpet
And all would be so big
I would'nt be mean.
Why I need to be that?
The Universe is so big
There is place to all
Humanity
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