There’s little in this world that hasn’t been discovered.
I probably won’t discover a new world.
I probably won’t stumble upon an animal that hasn’t been named and classified.
I probably won’t ever feel a piece a land that’s never been stepped on under my feet.
So I write.
But there’s little in this world that hasn’t been said.
I probably won’t use a word that’s never been uttered.
I probably won’t type a word that’s never been keyed.
I probably won’t even use a font that hasn’t been printed before.
So I create.
(Completed in the purchased version of "Herban Poetry")
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Herban Poetry
PoetryA small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.
