And the journey's already begun
About the turtle in the river of melancholy
To persist or finished the undone
Or to start a new step and dive in the stream of glory.
Bumming thoughts would bring me to a place
As the string of fate playing to form a sinister sound
Seven seas are waving for a race
Luckily shame letting his ego to lose the first round.
Second is to wish to fly the sky
Therefore I wish I could fly with those graceful butterflies
Merely I can't see stars in the night
Covering clouds shall cry for appeased unspoken goodbyes.
Proudly I can't forget the fixed pledge
Promises supposed to be kept but meant to be broken
When time was asked for answers, she hedged
All I can do is swim slowly the sea 'fore I'm taken.
Taken by waves to make a story
Untold memories whom always rushing to die in shores
If I fly the sand to be burried
Perhaps I would leave a trace of never ending sores.
I guess a farewell may do to this
Life's a turtle whom hesitate slowly to step over
And all of those emotions would miss
An abundant shell at last flying the sky forever.
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TURTLES
PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
