Maybe that's the problem with me:
I'm never satisfied
With the presence of it all
Because my heart always longs
For so much more,
And I can't seem
To settle down at all
Because I must get my hands onto something
And I must work throughout the days
And I must be filled with desire and excitement
And even with uncertainties and surprises
Because I don't want to spend
The rest of my life
With restlessness tingling through my bones,
Legs pacing up and down the corridors,
Tired and bored of the never-changing rhythm,
Spirit caged and held back
Devoid of passion and love and lit up eyes,
Devoid of the colours it needs to have
And I don't want
To settle down at all,
Oh,
I don't want to get married
Or have children
Or have a desk job
Or have a daily routine that will bore me to death
Because to me,
I'd rather be eternally sleeping in a tomb
Than be deprived of the wings needed
In order to soar through the skies.
Oh!
And I want to sail the seas
And travel the world
And jump from place to place,
And write and laugh and feel so much joy
And run through the ocean breeze
Where my soul will finally
Be set free
Because I so desperately want to feel
Like I am drunk on a bottle
Of being in love with life,
Oh,
And I have already told myself,
(And I have already set my foot in stone)
That this is the path I will follow
Even if no one approves;
Even if I
Will be left all alone.
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sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
