I care until I can't
I'm breathing air, but I don't believe I'm man
Please try to understand
God made me from the dust and dirt
So why am I allergic to this toxic Earth?
Fly me away so I no longer have to feel the pain and hurt
I shoot for the moon, but it's daylight on this side of the world
I'm full of gloom, eyes glued to my shoes
I want to jump, but if it's dusk then I've jumped too soon
Zermatt, Switzerland - Taken by me
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The Formative Years: A CollectionPoetry
The formative years of a man's life are sewn by outside forces: friends, enemies, romances, heartbreaks, and the experiences he reaps from these years. What formed you?