Are you afraid of the world?
Afraid of the flowers flourishing in the night,
Or are you afraid of power?
Do you love freedom?
Love the constant flowing of words on a page,
Or love the smell of cookies wafting into the rafters?
Are you angry at the world?
I am. I am angry at the constant bickering about politics.
I am angry that everyone in the world, even me, hurts the earth.
I am angry with the pettiness of humans.
Are you a people person?
One that preens at the compliments of others?
I do not know if I am.
What are you and I?
What defines us?
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Poems Of A Dreamer
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote in my Creative Writing class.
