The way I can see myself improving and growing,
It's strange as I'm used to being stripped off of my space to grow on my own,
Like a the road being stripped clean of traffic lights along way,
And soon the cars can crash with one wrong turn or one speed off if ain't careful,
So tell me,
Why do I feel so strange when I'm feeling happy or happy when Im feeling strange?
Probably this is all a phase, they say.
YOU ARE READING
"Yin and yan"
PoetryI use poem as coping mechanism to the world craziness, Just like how heart and head is.
