Do you ever feel like,
Life's passing you by?
Like the world's just moving along,
Leaving you behind?
Like you're just stuck in the mud,
While others run free,
In the cool green grass?
Like you're missing out,
On all the world's glory,
Just sitting there like wasted space?
Like the world is moving along.
Moving on,
Leaving you behind.
YOU ARE READING
words like rivers
PoezieThe crappy poems I form in my head at random times. This probably won't even get published. I realized that it's not healthy for me to keep all these in my head all the time, so I put them in a book on here.
