A Conveyor Belt LifeA Poem by JessI don't know.
Every word that exits his mouth
Is carefully considered, examined Like a conveyor belt, carrying his thoughts out into the world. This is, very simply, the formula for his life He will never be spontaneous, he will never completely let go. His whole life is planned And it always will be. There are some advantages to this; No surprises, no messes, Everything will be clean lines, Just black and white, No in-between. But; He will never laugh with his whole being, He will never cry until his heart hurts, He will never sleep beneath the stars, Uncovered, for the universe to see. But here, he looks so happy. I wonder, How long will he keep up the charade And if he ever will be happy.
© 2013 JessAuthor's Note
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