I’m all alone in my candle-lit room
It’s still dark, I can see my shadow shift and move
It reminds me of my emotions and how they never sing the same tune
Constantly indecisive and usually confused
I flicker like a candle flame
Today I feel a lot, tomorrow I don’t feel the same
Imagine if I was a train,
I’d never reach my destination because I’m always switching lanes
I’m the type that eventually hurts people cause I never know what to say
Maybe the problem is my attitude
I dislike being around people and I hate rules
I don’t pay attention to things that most people value
And I certainly don’t care about opinions, I jump around them like Kangaroo
Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me and maybe I’m a fool
Maybe I should shut up and follow the crowd and join the crew
Maybe I should be normal and do what other people do
Maybe, just maybe, she would start liking me too
Maybe I should stop being the guy who writes lame poems that don’t make sense in a candle-lit room
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THE MANOEUVRES: POETRY
PoesíaDrawn from past experiences, current emotions and the future wishes of a South African young man - The Manoeuvres is about fate, bitterness, regret, destructive behavior and the path to glorious rediscovery in this harsh, crazy world.
