Dedicated to: _Imperfect_Writing
On most days I'm only
Half Alive
Each hour is a Strife
Or
We can choose to Thrive
And aspire to Life
But that only sounds good in movies
Or in Shorts Stories
You know what
Shut up and get me some cookies
This Battle for Border lands
Fights deep
Within my Soul
As Only One Side of Me
Imperfectly,
know how to be whole.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
