The Mystery

Old poem back in 2007

The wind flows past,

Playing with my hair

Like a kid with a toy.

As I think about the simple things,

The wonders of life,
Thoughts sting my mind,

Playing at me

Not wanting to leave the place

Inside my head.

Will I pursuit a life of happyness?

Am I going to be what I want to be?

Living the life I've always wanted

Not falling at the most simplest of things?

Will my friends still be there when I need them the most,

Even in my darkest hours,

Or my lively ones?

As I think about these thing in my mind,

Like a bee at its beehive,
I just close my eyes

And say it'll be ok.

 

Reviews

[Isericanormal]

I love it! The comparisons were great! I could practically paint those visions in my head. Great Job!