Why I'm hereA Poem by PrelivingA bit of late night pondering
No one knows why we are here.
The birds sing because they can, and the trees support them on their aching limbs because they must. But why does a tree grow only to raise others up on their pedestals? Why do I sit here and wonder and not support anyone else trying to sing to the skies? I don't want to be a tree, not any more. I want to be a bird and call out above the heads of the masses swaying in regular time to the music of the wind. I want to try to be happy. And I think that's why I'm still here.
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3 Reviews Added on January 7, 2015 Last Updated on January 7, 2015 AuthorPrelivingCork, Munster, IrelandAboutI'm a young Irish student of theatre, but I love to write (or attempt to) write poetry in my spare time. Most of my inspiration is personal so my work tends to be quite emotionally based. Any and all .. more..Writing
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