I've wondered what I'm doing here everyday
Feeling the wind beneath my feet
Floating on air
I've wondered why your standing
And no ground do i bear
What am i doing here?
Is life just a myth
An untouched imagination
that no one knows we're dreaming
Is death just a hoaks
A pretend world they give us
To keep us living
What is a memory
But an implanted chip in our brains
What are we doing here
except going insane
Though life is worth living
Fake or all real
I wonder what the point is
sit and just stare?
I made a promise to myself
that my life would be lived
I would be something
I ould be somebody
But why do i care?
If only a good night keeps me going
that's enough
If only a dream
a hope in my heart
then that's enough
If going out to the beach at midnight makes me laugh
than that's enough
If your smile and you touch makes me happy
Than hell that's enough
I've tried to explain life too many times inside my head
I've tried to figure out who i am, gay, straight or what ever
Inside my head too many times
I've tried to get an answer for why we all deal with stress
and i can't handle the thought
I've tried to figure out why i can't make you smile
and i can't handle the thought
I've tried to listen to the ocean and get sometime type of answer
I've tried to see the unseen colors
I've tried to speak to god
I've tried to control my dreams, or anylys them enough
I've tried to touch the middle of the earth
and in all this trying
I've realized that the thought of it all is enough
I'm stuck in an never ending circle
a string of confusion
or so i simply thought
Until the ball stopped rolling
and my eyes were opened at once
(i don't even get this. But take out of it what you must. I think editing poetry is silly. Cuz poetry to me is just my thoughts on paper. Poetry should just be feeling. At least in my case.)
