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. [ PREV. ] - [ MENU ] - [ NEXT ]
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