Have you ever been?
Life is full of other lives,
that keep you up and walks with you,
Flowers are filled with pollen grains,
stay put up untill they grow up,
Wake up to crave a coffee to drink,
wake up to crave a nothing to live,
You stand on ground and you stand alone,
You've come alone, you'll go alone,
So until the day you stop being,
You have to keep on being,
A something to something,
A someone to someone,
And maybe even a nothing to nothing.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
