Life is drab, life is grey
life is more a piece of clay
if you have a boring life
don't bother yourself with it's strife
it's full of great grandeur
of this you're all but sure
stay another day
to soak up the suns ray
If your life is bland
go join a marching band
I can and will obey
I must oh, must stay
YOU ARE READING
poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
