I fear the day I lay on roses with no thorns
Comfortable in a garden where the weeds are torn
Never growing anything but patience to lead a boring life
I use strive for a jungle, now comfort had become my wife
I fear losing my mind to my passion
Yet my heart yearns for the struggle of glory through hardwork and compassion
No storms rain on my parade yet I do not march
Drinking in the empty years, yet the want for adventure leaves me parch
Maybe I should enjoy what I have now, but I always want more
Forever chasing love, like a mythical creature, I'm hopeful nevermore
May my need to succeed pull me out of the comfort of the clouds
May I fall from the heavens and my path be covered with shroud
I'm eager for a life I fear and love but can live without
I want to change my future, but the present is filled with endless doubt.
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
