There was a pretty little girl
in a cold, strange old world
that, she knew, was not kind,
wasn’t a friend, but in her mind
it was just a grammatical question;
First, she treated it as “him”,
and wrote His name as he was a king,
as no one before had ever mentioned

The World

Like an emperor, a king or a god,
the World is full of people,
and people are fool and odd;
She started smiling to everyone
and, though they didn’t smiled back,
she persisted; they were dumb;
She kept smiling, so they could see
she loved them all: loved you, loved me;
From time to time a pure soul
would answer her (what a goal!);
A timid smile from the bus’ backseat
from someone that thought she was weird;
It was clear that nobody, besides that girl
called that planet with capital W;
Nobody there had thought before
that they probably wouldn’t see her anymore;
The World is enormous and people vanish;
If not for death, they are simply banished
from other people’s lives without a clue
(as said before, the World is full);
If they knew it, then that timid smile;
would be no longer pity, but goodbye.
And seeing people just for an erasable second
wouldn’t be strange, or sad, or scheming,
for each smile would be a World pulse echo,
a brand new delightful feeling.