Floating on a sea of plastic
Trying not to be the bulldog’s prey
Scurrying and running past
Attempting to get out of its way
But I am unafraid
It only feeds on the weak
Floating on a sea of plastic
And I notice
The reflection shows not me
But he and she and they
Who all seem the same
Red, green, stop, go
Up, down, up, down
Right, left
Floating on a sea of plastic
Call on me
But I know not what to say
For I’m floating on a sea of plastic
And the reflection shows not me
Hope floats.
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