I felt like writing a poem today;
but like most of the time, I don't even know what's on my own mind, because my mind itself, travels a lot.
It's as if I, or me, or well, my body physically is trapped inside this 15 by 12 ft. box, and the rest of me is just out in the world somewhere, a lot of me is just lost, some is having fun like a 5 yr old kid again, and then some of me is just out trying to find the answers to the questions, that people like Einstein, Lincoln, Gandhi, Malcolm X, and other brilliant persons could never obtain within their minds.
My question is just this,
how can I find me again?
If a soul is really to be reincarnated, is mine going to be born again 20 more times, because I can never walk a straight line, never finish things I set out to do, or even go to sleep on time, because like always'
my mind is just filled with the thoughts of many, because my mind is like everyone else's and as one single individual, throughout a huge crowd, our thoughts are like the other billions of people, and in a world like this, my mind will just keep acting like a tornado, my heart like the wind, my life like a roller coaster, and my friends like the end. But then again, getting no sleep like I do, not eating like I do, and so many other things that I just pretend not to do, might end me back where I started from, born again in this soul again, wondering why I just can't be a part of you......
