We're nothing but dust
It's beneath our feet
It collects, it flies
It fades away.
Our collected form
Will someday shed
And we'll be nothing more
than flying specks.
We're nothing but products
We're all artificial
Stuck in an image
Influenced by others.
We're packaged and placed
Made ready for use
Until we're used and expired
And thrown into the gloom.
We're nothing but particles
Smaller than specks
Practically invisible
Rather unnoticeable.
In this vast universe
That's always growing
Even the sun that we know
Is less than noticeable.
We're nothing when compared
Or when engulfed with fear
No amount of tears
Can make it easier to bear.
But we're something of importance
We can all make a difference
But we'll only be successful
If we're us and us alone.
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We're nothing but a lot of things that can come to your mind. We're not as big as we make ourselves to be but we're not as unimportant as we seem. We're nothing but what we make ourselves to be, nothing but what we think others see. We're nothing but we're a lot of things, all at the same time. But, first and foremost, make sure that you're nothing but yourself.
Any thoughts to share?
Until next time,
Ade Alethra.
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Early Stages
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of all the poems I wrote between the age bracket of 12 to 16. Though not in chronological order, let's see where the poetry writing journey has taken me.
