Socialism? idealism?
Waiting on a train to come
Thats got no vision
Make it clearer
So I can steer ya
With the the wind in my hair
And the air on my nose
Nobody knows but I guess it shows
I'm a little different
Underneath the skin
Deep as the ocean blue
Reach and you can feel it too
Bottom of the depths
I solemnly accept
My fate that comes to me
When I'm happy, content and free
I welcome death to come for me.
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Author:
Sayjáy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2023 05:34
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
You expressed succinctly in this fine poem , your muse is nice to read, but welcome life even if death is inevitable . Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.
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