Time is starting to move again.
The time to live for myself is changing
To a time to create for myself.
Now I see the path towards the future, but the changing tides make it look
Exhausting.
Chasing the steps I cannot hear, I seek the colors of tomorrow.
Smiling and sighing as my steps color my canvas.
What will I do?
What will I create?
This lethargy of youth keeps me from making haste.
Run!
Run!
Chase the colors of tomorrow.
Write!
Seek that which you cannot see
Yet.
Dance!
Keep the blinding vibrancy of youth alive,
Eternally, in your soul.
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Poems of the Atmos
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. If I don't mention that I made or own the photo, know that it isn't mine. I used Canva, Google, or Wattpad Covers to make my book covers/pictures additions. Thank you for...
