Why do you make poem?

You think you’re free
No, you are not
You must not free at all

You think you’re intellectual
No, you are not
You are indeed stupid

You think you’re someone
No, you are not
You are nothing, but dust

You think you’re everything
No, you are not
You are a mere trash

You think you’re known
No, you are not
You are forgotten

You think you’re in call
No, you are not
You are a mistake

But,
These just what I think