Being in school is hardest thing for me
School is getting to me...
What is the purpose of life,
If we just put people down...
I tucked the sun in
kissing it with motherly affection...
Don't ask me,
who I am...
Now that the time remaining is insubstantial,
I need to review my history while asking...
You are who you are!
You are beautiful inside and out...
As I stare into the dark of the night,
I see something moving that gives out fright...
Please wake me when I'm free
I cannot bear captivity...
It just makes me wonder,
how the clouds affect the sky...
My body doesn't grow in all these colors
But the mind- it keeps on pushing...
Walk down this road traveled often
Growing older your resolve may soften...
Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.
The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate...