More luck than brain,
In my half-hollow head.
Without it I'd be dead,
Singing songs in the pouring rain.
Golden can on my table,
I wish it was a key to a fable.
All I have is the reality,
Of my not always wanted mortality.
Whoever sees me roaming,
Please tell me where am I going.
The destination is unknown,
Hope it will be a place I could call my own.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA friend wanted to see if I could write a poem so I tried. Here's the outcome, since I didn't want to just delete it. After all it's something my head spat out. I doubt there will be more of these, it's difficult to write.
