Automatic Poem.

[ZenitYerkes]

Red soil, blue sky,
green view, white cloud.
Clear air,
Mountain breeze,
Human warmth.

Can I say I have lived?
Can I say I will live
on the land of concrete?
Can I say they exist
further away from the screen's light?

Can I aspire to something big
on the pale blue dot?

Will I be rich, wise
warmhearted?
Perhaps have a villa,
a million friends?
Know the secrets within
the dark shadows of reality?

Will I live
or am I dreaming?

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A surrealist method to write poems: just put down the first coherent sentence you have in mind.

It ended up like this, and I liked the final result. What do you think?