Non Viral

I don't think about it much like that
I think maybe I'll make it to a book one day
Maybe one or two will buy it
Like the last poetry life I led
Last night it was different
I saw the poem moved
It jumped to view number three
As If lost in the hands of God
And I knew that it was special
Just knew it would one day
Deep down in my consciousness
Never go away
This poem you see is viral
And Last night is Today
This is the depths of solitude
The one that comes back again
and again; that's here to stay