Nobody is talking to me and I don’t know why
Is it because I’m just not liked, or maybe
It is because I don’t talk much. Too busy
Living in my own world.
At least I can dream about things to do
And a place to go. My imagination
Stretches far. I don’t need a car.
I’ve got a bike, but maybe I would go
For a hike, to a land far away and stay
for more than a day. You can come to,
If you like, that’s it you don’t mind
Taking a hike.
Poems By ken makepeace 