A hundred-million years ago,
I'd be the man running the show.
The one pulling all the strings,
Watching the puppets dance for me.
I would topple any opposing regime,
With philosophy and other mindful things.
To them I'd be the one to put the sun in the sky,
Who created the grass and butterflies.
A throne amongst the stars would I sit,
As they erect statues and tell stories of my holy visit.
But here in the present time,
An average joe doth here lie.
I looked into the well of creativity,
But only the beast known as boredom stared back at me.
I reached out to take it,
And was in turn bit.
They say modern life is soul crushing,
But tell me: are those pieces on the ground for a car battery,
Or are they parts for heart.
It could be worse I suppose,
I could have died from the common cold,
In those centuries long ago.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Book of Poems
ŞiirWhen the world rages around you, When no one can find you, When you're ready to leave, Be it by land or sea, You'll always have me. Me and this book of poems. So when you are ready to leave... Please, Please take a poem or three, That they might bri...
