Some people go to sleep with a chest ache,
Others go to sleep with disappointment
beaten on their face
Some feets go to sleep to hard floors, and cold clothes,
Some people go to sleep with a box of
task on their mind,
Whats life?
Many answers to a simple yet complex question
Answers light students in a class pick and mmm egh
Think, again, think, again, and again and think, think, again
To reborn again
To touch parts of the earth we as some never touched before,
Somepeople never smile their face must be hard as cement,
Somepeople always smile their face must be hard as cement,
Some people never go crazy
And Some people believe they are crazy
Such a oggle goggle word
Some people believe other people are born crazy,
Some people must be angels and ferries
And heros and villains and objects and seasons and sunshine and scents,
Some people must be jokes
And sticky notes the way they hang on one's clothes,
Some people must be cuboards the way they find themselves empty
And wildflowers the way they run the gardens and down the mountains free,
Some people must be glass the others see through them and all their insides,
And Some people must be tints the way you can't see, anything on the outside
Some people must be so observant the way they notice that silent mentally lie in a voice,
Some people must be fire the way you feel the heat radiat off them soon as you stand a little to close, Some must be the water the way they move still and tides the way they clash kissing nearby rocks,
Some must be the Bible the way they call themselves holy,
Some must be gossip the way they pass like a shared meal feeding the hunger
With cold or hot tea.
-ashespoetry
A/N
My mind just leads my Hands to write,
Lol sometimes I don't even know what I'm writing and it's ok hope you all are doing well haven't really been feeling good lately I was kind of sick and works been like the usual yano.
