I can pray,
or chant,
hoping the dreams
may be seen outside my closed eyelids.
But no matter what,
It's not IT who I can give full credit.
I can always believe in IT,
But IT may not believe in me.
I work hard,
and while IT may have done some part,
it's myself I should be giving most credit.
It's a world of loneliness,
and I can believe in IT
so that nothing will seem
worse than it has to seem.
Yes.
I can always believe in IT,
But IT may not believe in me.
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PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
