Looking At the Ground.

Growing up in a closed circuit.
living all through in closer recruit.
Nothing much to worry about.
Nothing much to seek also.
Existing all along under an eye
be it mother’s earlier or spouse later
my life had gone through hills
rivers and ponds all in a bill
as I have nothing individual about me
that could be broadcasted or televised
I had been a secondary human
submitting to every throttle
not looking up from where I am
but looking down from where I stand
As a matter I know much of land in detail
than the skies which I look up at random.