Have you asked yourself what you're doing here?
Not existentially, just momentarily, like
When you sit in a classroom and question
The fact that your mind has wandered
Into oblivion where only your restrictions
Of your body keep you there.
I have asked myself that now,
Eyes glued to my stories than actually
Staring at my schoolwork.
This is the way I chose,
The mind of a wandered than the mind
Of a person who is grounded.
It is a happy existence.
I can imagine I'm world's away
When my feet are planted on the floor.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
