To self

To self

A Poem by Greenhorn

Seconds, minutes and hours
Tore apart from the void of Time
Instead of being productive
I sit here and try to rhyme

But herein, in my soul
Lies a canvas, pure white
To keep it like this would mean
To live a boring life

© 2018 Greenhorn


Author's Note

Greenhorn
As always, sorry for incorrect rhymes and grammar. :)

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