I see talking, some walking
Everyone's joking
Everyone's kidding, always been kidding
Books been burned, yet everyone's reading
On computers that are typing
Like mine, while I'm thinking,
Yes, thinking and pondering
Puzzling
And oh, do I like puzzling
On my way to drawing
Analyzing, problem solving
And writing, oh, writing
And then there's crying
Yes, crying!
Parts of me are dying
Running, no running
For what was ran is now resting
Yet blueness is growing
Growing, yes growing!
I grew since then, knowing
That I would be towering
As time is speeding
Speeding, yes speeding!
Time is passing
And it is repeating
Therefore time's not changing
But I am arranging
Yes! Change is coming
As I'm preparing
Yet who is caring?
And comparing, yes comparing
No compassion, no caring
We are compared before cared of, and I'm letting
Myself to stop climbing
And start doing
Yes, start imagining
Of the future, as music is playing
Oh music, I wish to be writing
And racing- I do wish to be driving
And driving
I'm waiting
For speeding and racing
Racing and speeding
And I'm remembering
Sure I'm remarking
Of learning, yes learning
And a hope for adventuring
It's glowing
My brain is learning
But not growing
My brain is streaming
Sometimes steaming
And it is now searing
I am realizing
I'd rather be scooping
Ice cream and building
Great art for bragging
But I'm sitting here testing
Yes, sitting!
YOU ARE READING
Living
PoetryA poem about a guy who wants to live a life. Don't worry, this is not depressing. It's inspirational.