It is the reason you feel,
it is what drives the passionate,
it is what kills the artist,
it is what creates and nurtures,
it is what breaks when all is fixed,
it is what lies when all is forever,
it is time when there is none,
it is us without the you and I,
it is everyone and everything,
it is no one and it is nothing,
it is everywhere and it is nowhere,
it is you without the I,
it is us when we are dead,
it is gone and it is lost,
it is what you find and never lose
it is hope and it is gone,
it is the search and the drive,
it is was builds and fortifies,
it is art,
it is women,
it is pain,
and it is all.
YOU ARE READING
late night poetry
PoetryJust go down the rabbit whole with me, who knows you might actually have fun. :-) (not my photo btw)
