Sometimes I feel my
Time in life is passing my by.
Like an airplane flying
Across the ocean.
A speck making its
Way over miles of
Uninteresting waters. Passengers
Blissfully unaware of lurking dangers.
The roar of an engine
Nonexistent against the
Vastness of the unending
Sea. Unimportant. Dismissed.
The destination is irrelevant.
The swirling depths illegible.
Sometimes I wish life
Wouldn't just pass me by.
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Poetry
PoetryI'm going to dump all of my terrible poetry here for all the world to see. Just a warning, it can be pretty dark.
