I'm trapped inside
A simple mind
That is not mine.
Escape?
To where?
It seems unfair
To fold
While your story's
Not yet told
As we sit and grey and grow old.
Grow old, say the youth.
Grow up, say the old.
YOU ARE READING
The Egoism Dilemma
PoetryThere's only so much one can take before one snaps and writes shitty poetry and almost-but-really-not deep thoughts. Xx
