I trip and stumble through

Daily grindings which

Tend to force some kind of subconcious


Why am I doing this?

Is my life just a string of inexplicable


Does it matter that


Can tap away all day, with my face

Pressed up against the screen, and end with black against white?

Or is it White against Black?

When will I

Twirl amongst the stars until my heart

Fills and I feel I have lived.

A Full.

A Full Life.

I don't even know what that means.

The End

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