If I was a bird I wouldn't be able to fly.
If I was a fish I wouldn't be able to swim.
Because my wings are clipped, because my fins are dulled,
My life as either are brutally dim.
If I was a pen I wouldn't be able to write.
If I was a book I wouldn't have words.
Because my ink is dry, because my pages are blank,
These are no better than the life of a fish or a birds.
If I was a car I wouldn't be able to run.
If I was a ship I wouldn't be able to float.
Because I have no wheels, because I have a gaping hole,
It really makes no difference that I'm an auto or a boat.
Everything is the same, completely broken and incomplete.
It's as clear as crystal and as clear as a summer’s day.
It's not a riddle that's trying to put you on the edge of your seat.
Living a life without you is something that I could not bear to weigh.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
