A Collection of Poetry Vol. I

Just, Think About It

There are places in this world where

Nothing makes sense,

No-one knows where it starts

And no-one knows where it

Ends. Are we back to front

Or are we upside down?

Is the Earth indeed flat,

Is it definitely round?

Are we hearing sounds,

Are sights what we see?

Is it all about you, or

Does it revolve around me?

Where is the line between

Reality and dream?

If human nature is to question

Everything we see?

Are we underneath the world

Or are we on top?

There are places where we are

And places where we're not.

Time is just a measurement,

An order to our lives, but

What if every sunset

Is actually a sunrise?

How do we become

Who we are meant to be, when

Everything we are is

Someone else's genes?

Turn left or turn right,

What time to come home;

Have you

Ever wondered if

These thoughts are your own?