Life is a path
And as I continue down this road
I see grains
But what is it?
At that beginning of the path, there were once flowers
There used to be towering trees shading the trail
Potatoes and carrots growing from the ground
Fruits ripe above me
But the longer I walk on this path
I don't see any of that anymore
Where did it go?
Where did the shade that protected me from the sun go?
Where did the clouds hovering about me go?
Where did the rain go?
Where did the snow go?
All I see is the path ahead of me
The bright sun
And the plain blue sky
But is the sky really blue?
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Random Poems
PoetryI always think of the most random poems when I'm bored. Some of them are actually good, so it would be a waste if I didn't write them down. I also think of them when I'm upset.
