Crystal - another poem by myself

Drops
Dropping
Dripping
Tears
Tearing
Go
Going
Gone

The crazyness of the world inside the normality of empty days full of unmeaningful things.

I will bend my knees.
I will feel
Not think
Nothing.
Bamboo.
I
Bamboo.

Still dripping
Drops
Tears
Glass
Wind
Going
Gone.