Someday we will burn out
Like a lightbulb
Or a star
Someday we will sink
Like a stone
Thrown out onto water
Someday we will die
And particles of our bodies
Will float in the air
Someday the New Generation
Will breathe in that air
I want the air that they will breathe in
To be good.
Written at 1:57am
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Midnight Poetry and Liberated Words
PoetryLet me explain: My best ideas come when I should be sleeping The World is asleep when I write poetry The words and I seem to be the only ones awake My words come alive They dance around the paper I let them wander The words are Liberated They can wa...
