A life can be so full of peace and joy,
But everyone has something that they want,
Whether it be some material toy
Or world peace, the thing that so many won't
Forgo is love. It wanes, much like the moon
Or the four seasons, weather e'er changing.
Many search it out, want it to come soon,
Like a treasure hunter, always searching.
Just like our archaeological friends,
Most never find it by looking for it.
Sometimes the journey must come to an end
Before the correct pathway becomes lit
So through all the years of search and of muck
There is one thing that never fails. Give up.
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing
PoetryThis semester, I'm in a Creative Writing course, and I figured I'd publish some of the things I've written in it thus far. Some of them have very specific formats that are going to be tricky to write on a laptop, but I'm going to do my best.
