World of art is what I see
Could this really be
Is it the time for me to sing
Lose control and get a drink
It is quarantine time and they fear
But I see an opportunity my dear
I feel free now I can explore
Even tho I am limited to the door
Reach myself when crisis appear
Shows me that everything could be clear
A broken heart and lost friends is sad
But still not enough to make me mad
I can pick up the pieces and change my ways
A little pain is good as it gives me sun rays
I promise to see the light these 14 days
After all I am still near the bays
YOU ARE READING
Mess of thoughts
RandomI am a young adult trying to navigate the world around me. You could follow my journey and obstacles through my stories and poems. Truth is, not all of it is about me. I guess I just want to make people think and feel. We often get lost in our own w...
