I hate questions
Such as ...
« why do you do it? »
I'm just doing it for a reason
And it's of no use to be known
Why would you ask me so?
I can't handle it
I myself,
Don't bother me asking
For the burden is too heavy
Questions make it miserably heavier
I hate questions
Such as ...
« How do you do it? »
I myself, don't know
If i'm to answer how do i survive,
The one thing i learned in life
Is to have things done
No matter how,
To get things done
With no straight plan
To find my own ways
That lead me through what i can never predict or previously know
So i can sway and keep my existence on run.
I hate questions
Such as...
« What are you gonna do? »
I have no idea of what i'm doing to know what i'll be doing next
The thing about survival
Is that you learn to come across the most raged oceans with no under control
To pass through the darkest forests with no clues or florets to be seen
To understand that when you need to fly, your target will be the wings not the sky
-Don't misunderstand me but i'm a continuous surviver and until i leave or fade away, i don't really know anything at all.
So don't ask me questions that i can't answer, it's already heavy on my shoulders not knowing anything about myself.
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
