What I pondered on this little screen: A poetic tale

I sit on a rattling little bench , tapping and tapping on this little screen , I still couldn’t ponder what this abundant little source of life means ,While I think about the memories that this little piece of technology couldn’t feed to me , those little lies that we creatures meant to fantacize just for little attention ,
Every night and day , deceiving our minds from “her” tension ,

Where we spoil her , nature tries still to redeem her,

Oh that fallen earth, oh that fallen nation ,

These thoughts just dissolve on my little dreams,

While blissfully scribble on this screen ,

I feel the wind pass through my vein , then I feel it stop , letting me feel of the crumbs of heat , reminding me of those lies of fantasy that had the reality brutally beat,
I read through what I have written, just to achieve your attention , just make perfection , but what good is attention ?, what good is perfection? If the rest of the world wouldn’t listen,
This bench I sit upon gives me a perfect example of the world , letting me widen my vision to a field full of nothingness , and a man walking upon this repeated track ,

Just fill fortune in his empty little sack ,

Oh dear wanderer I ask you what good money is when this world at the end will feel no affect at all , ending life , ending your search , ending your questions , with a brink of infinite emptiness ?
But when I question foolishly entrapped in the field of logic , I’ve got no difference then those creatures who linger upon my life ,
I sit here , oh forgotten by the soil, where this world has been loosened in turmoil , I listen to the sound , the sound of crickets , looking up the sky , wondering how to the heavens we seem just like midgets, 

I try to rhyme , rhyme these letters , but to the wheel of life these letters wouldn’t affect , if they are spun around the same way around the neck over and over again,
No my dear friends, life runs by no system , so stop defining your breath in a rhythm,
I shall read among your thoughts , as you scramble through the meaning of my scripture,

I just intend to paint your mind in a endless picture, with no fixed motive , I just wanted to show tis ,
Life isn’t short and life isn’t short , if you feel this wind , let the leaves surround you , and not let this disaster bound you