I知 a soul that never had a soul.
An endless frame with a coulourless picture full of hate.
I致e never had a second thought, let alone a first;
Delightful without a taste.
I知 a record player without a needle
And a needle without thread.
I知 a book, blank, with no pictures or writing,
A body without a head.
I知 a tree that has no roots or leaves,
A pen without a spring.
A hand without any fingers,
Sand without a sea.
I知 a can without an opener.
Grass without green or brown.
A shoe without a lace
Music without any sound.
I知 a scream without a mouth
Emotions without love, fear, happiness or pain.
I知 the legs that have passion to run a thousand miles,
That will never run again.
I知 a jacket with no skin to warm,
Camouflage with nothing to hide.
A child that can稚 be born,
An opinion with no other sides.
I知 a container without anything to contain,
A thought without a brain.
I知 the most famous to ever be known
And you don稚 even know my name.
I知 a shoe without a foot to hold,
A foot without a heel.
I am pointless.
And pointless is how I feel.