I don’t know what I am doing, or what I have been doing.
This life is so normal, routine, the same thing day in day out,
Yet it is chaotic, extraordinary, you never know what could happen,
Who you could meet, talk to, befriend, love or hate with passion.
Yet part of me doesn’t want to know,
Because yes everything could be new, beautiful, incomparable,
But all new things age and break and crumble,
And so will I.
Nobody will remember me as all those who would will age and break and crumble.
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So, I'm Done Wondering "What If?"
PoetryA collection of eccentric prose and poems that have scrambled from my mind to paper. Sections might later inspire further work if I don't procrastinate to much. What I write will be random and definitely not the best but it's better, for me any...
