"If I couldn't see, feel or think clearly...how would I know that I made it home?!"- Constino
This is not my world
I don't feel at home, not missed if I'm gone
But what does that matter?!
I'm no saint, I'm no martyr
In this world, I wander
All I had then was wonder
But with time, that fades too
To learn that, I have had to
I made one choice, there's never two
When you start a work, you should push it through
And that's what I plan to do
Though I fall short on inspiration
I'm relentless in aspiration
When scared, there's perspiration
This fear is a friend of mine
My destiny, I will define
The hefty odds, I'll undermine
I was made for the art
To build a dream from all the parts
To make a world where I'll belong
It's a lot more than just a song
This is a message from the soul
That I hope you will recall
A thousand years after dusk
Recall the beauty in my task
For a single chance is all I ask
Let works of mine, my flaws mask
Be I not judged by impression
My chosen path is expression
Words and pictures are my mission
What I hope be soon vocation
But this is not my world!
I am lost in puzzle of question
Not sure, to be or not to be
Front the works, remain in shadows
'Cause fame is rarely cuddles
Treat me well, it is your world
I will be kind should my kingdom come
Hey!! Thanks for your time. This poem is actually about my life at the moment. It sums up my; reality, dreams and aspirations. I hope you can relate with text in some way or another. have a nice day;)
-Constino
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Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoetryLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
