Just Another Book

Nothing to read about

I have nothing to write about

So I m writing about that.

I m out of words

So I put on my thinking hat.

Thou shall not understand

If I keepeth using such words

So I write simply

To reach out far

I have nothing to write about

Not even famine and war

For those maketh me sad

So I look at the stars.

I have nothing to write about

Not even corruption or extortion

For those maketh me worry

So I look at the cars

Speeding on the highway

And crash like the stars.