4:00 in the morning, I'm destroying myself.
4:00 a.m., I dream of a new world.
5:30 am, my head is boiling.
6:00 a.m., I went to bed, I wake up.
I wonder where the world is going?
Where are my dreams going?
Is it really that bad?
Should I confront all of this.
And why should I do it.
I look around and see the world I dream of.
A world that grows in my dreams.
I sing, I draw, I write about this world to depict it in more detail.
About the feelings of the people who kill our flowers.
About the fools who ruin the lives of good people.
And yet we remain human, we are good people.
And yet we can cry, my dear, but it's a feeling.
A world that only I know.
A world I sing to myself about.
A world that you will know.
A world that I will forget.
Look around you, humanity is benevolent.
Smile at them, reach out to them.
Feel the warmth of the breath of others like you.
Realize that you have been given a chance to live here, isn't that beautiful?
YOU ARE READING
My universe-Poems.
PoetryHumans is so clever that he deceives himself under the influence of feelings. Feelings are good, but you have to keep a balance, otherwise you will lose control over everything.
