Realizing you can compare life to many things,
Yet nothing can compare, the exact feelings it brings,
Life is like a roller coaster ride, from the ups and downs,
The expression, what comes around, goes around,
Yet there's an odd sense of being constantly bound,
Bound to the ride, bound to the cart,
Bound to the things, wrapped around your heart,
It starts when you take you first breath,
In the opposite end, there awaits death,
It's not your fault it's the order of it all,
Our only hope is that Karma catches you, instead of letting you fall,
It picks and chooses,
Doesn't matter whether or not who gets the bruises,
We don't get to point the finger, and state our excuses,
Sure we can try,
But, we really have to ask ourselves, why?
Why even care?
Do we really need to point it out, so we're less aware?
Is truth really so much of a scare?
We all know, life is not fair,
But what's the whole point, if we don't even dare?
Risks are what makes it seem more exciting,
Making life, feel more inviting,
Challenge, what people strive for,
Even if they don't know it in their core,
We all want something new,
Extravagant things, to see and do,
Adventure, thrills, not having to pay bills,
Freedom, peace,
To say in the least,
Sense of calmness, safety blanket,
But we tend to always forget,
Getting into the darkness, that we just swept,
Going back to the past,
Never knowing how long it will last,
That why we have to act fast,
Be inhumane,
So we experience happiness, that remains,
But we need to expect and accept, bad things, tend to happen,
Get on the the ride, and strap in,
So we can make memories, to show where we've been,
Cause we never know, how much time we spend,
Of our lives, we will never truly know when it will end,
A/N: So if you read the authors note last time I said I would tell you what I guess is my new signature at the end means. I randomly thought it but it happened so, RDP stands for Random Depressed Poet, oddly fitting so I guess I'll keep it for a bit..
(I wrote it immediately after the other one but I waited to post it til now, cause I'm mean like that.)
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoetryThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
