This particular can of sparkling water
She speaks to me, but do I only hear
The sound of something that hides beneath
He pops and cracks; he hisses and squeals
Or was he a she? Does it have teeth?
Is it music? Is it code?
Does it really make a sound?
What about the music,
That's coming from afar?
I've been enslaved myself here
For as long as I can think
There's no hope, there's no place
But there's something in between
I know! I know! Or should I nod?
To let the little wader that today I cannot sow
Hello, it's me, I can't, I'm sick
The can made a sound, it was eerie and bizarre
My first time writing a poem in English. Thanks for reading!