So I play the song,
And lie on my floor.
And it makes me think,
That maybe there's more.
More to this world,
And more to this life.
It washes my conflict,
And washes my strife.
And maybe one day,
I'll understand.
Whether or not,
The Earth has a plan.
Whether or not,
I will be free.
And whether or not
This life is for me.
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Late Night Poetry
PoetryRambly poems that I write late at night. I only just realised that rhymed, how ironic. Uploads every Friday
