It's just speaking through my ears
I don't know if it's true or not
Because I'm just so confused
Rock my head up
I stare at the ceiling and wonder why-
Why am I here?
Why am I this?
Let me smile
One true smile
Just once
And maybe then
I'll know the answers...
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.}
