Saturday, May 21, 2011

maybe, 17 Y.O.

And you fall on your knees,
 searching for something to reach and find nothing to impeach-
then you look up into the sky, watching the stars fly by,
hoping one day you will fly high,
I don't know if my life is worth the cries, but I'm sure it's better than living a lie.
I remember seeing something nearby
but, at the time I was on standby,
and all my days were answers of 'why'.,
This shall too pass, and the crass shall dovine,
Maybe one day we will all learn to coalesce.,


The Unknowngnome said...

We will.

There's something about this poem.......maybe it's an answer passing.

Francesca said...

i love this, it's gorgeous.