Random Things I Wrote

Poem Thingie

I Have Problems

I have problems

I'm being trained to fly

They say it grants me freedom

But all I feel are chains

I feel as if the shackles will never crash to the floor

They'll just get thicker like vines entangling me

I have problems

I've got cuts that will never heal

And they're driving me crazy

I just want them to go away

But I know they're here to stay

I've got problems

I used to have all the time I wanted

But now all I have are seconds

Eventually, I'll again have all the time in the world

But I know it'll take so long to get there

I have problems

I'm worried about falling behind

Left alone without anyone beside me

I fear no one will want to help me get back in the race

And again I'll fall to the ground with dirt on my face

I have problems

I need to get out of my head

I want to be free from this responsibility

And I will be free

Eventually

And yeah

I have problems

But I've gotta just keep going

When I feel like I can't go on

I gotta just keep going anyway

I don't normally write poetry, but I thought this was kinda fun. - Ives