Is it the paths we take that choose our fate?
Is it what our mind creates?
We are alienated from earth.
We are different from others.
We show less interest in human things.
Yet its only because we simply aren't..
Human.
We become different as we become older.
We change perspectives.
We are not aliens.
We are not extraterrestrial life forms.
We are the outside.
We look in.
You?
You cannot take my pride.
I keep my head held high.
As are minds wish to be.
We fly higher then all swings.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
