Give me the map of reason,
Because I lost myself
Away from the world
And people are asking questions.
But why should I come back?
I enjoy it much better-
In the hands of freedom
That doesn't exist.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
