What is reality, am I lost?
Was I doing something at the wrong time?
I searched and searched, but at what cost?
The further I went, there were more signs
Maybe it's like a door
It's able to open and close
All though, sometimes there's more
And for some reason, no one knows
Should I have done better?
I mean perhaps you can't steer a boat in a storm
You should know why I wear a sweater
It's not just to keep me warm
I wont really ever understand
I don't always win battles
Skydiving, but where should I land?
There's just all this gravel
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"
