Similar to the last poem. From "it doesn't mean a thing" in the last to "there's no point" in this one. Hehe, but I like it.

"Everyday" (#34)
Today is another day I'll
want to live over.
I quietly sit thinking
though there's no point.
I ruffle the pages of
my notebook, watching
the people pass by -
people who I may never
see again.
I know there's no point.

Billions of people were born
and then they died
believing they'd live forever.
But I've been dying
for years - I can't believe.
But still I want to
live these days while I can.
Before I lose control.
I want to live differently
each second I live.

I wake up at seven and I
wish I woke up at six.
I trip on the street and
I wish I could erase it.
But I know I'll never
learn how to keep from tripping.
This everyday life
is driving me insane.
But I'll put all my heart in it
until the day I die.

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