I am questioning...
If I was a grasshopper then I'd Chirp cheerfully and choose to Chopper from grass or rock-
if I weren't a grasshopper, I'd hit brick and think to sink in my big existence of unimportance.
If I were the stars then I'd Shine so bright and so my lights would Disinvite fear in staying the night-
if I weren't the stars, within my sheets I'd lack therapy while my psyche races from sleep.
If I was a tide then I'd be cool in my Flow and Bubble at the know that wherever I flow I'll have to make it home-
if I wasn't the tide, I'd definitely be pinned to the daydreams I had darkened under the shade of the dense trees on the river bank.
If I were any of these things then who would I Be?
If I weren't any of these things, What would I be?
If I were a mix, a surprise to your eyes, Who could I be?
YOU ARE READING
The Confessions of a 90's Kid
Poetry"Words are weapons: for warriors, for war heroes, for worrying teenagers and therefore for me."
