Casting thoughts away from my reality,
This is the future I'm dreaming to see,
No one can view the clear thoughts in my head,
They should keep resting before it turns to dread.
Thinking out loud is so hard to express,
But once they understand, they can't stop to obsess,
This meaning they struggle to make it fluent,
As they're never here, consistently truant.
These thoughts you'd like to discover,
They'd come more often if you were a lover,
But instead you're looking over the world,
Keeping it locked up, we're hopelessly furled.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: With a thousand words; and a million more reasons
PuisiA collection of poems produced by yours truly. My aim is to inspire people in their daily lives, maybe even relate to a person or two along the way. I like writing to relate, whilst having fun and expressing my deepest thoughts and feelings througho...
