A/N: This is strange and stylistic poem. You may not like it as much as the others of mine. You may like it more. But PLEASE at least read the last stanza. It is my greatest stroke of genius of all time.
We are all starving artists.
However some hunger for different foods:
some for wealth,
some joy,
some mere survival,
but all long to truly be alive.
There is a haunting beauty in the longing we feel from birth to death,
you'll reach your goal but not be filled
and decide to wonder out again.
A wise man slows and watches where he goes;
they stumble who run fast.
The smart man finds his destination.
The fool? finds happiness while falling on his ass.
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PoetryI'M BEING CHASED BY WALT WHITMAN! .....It's just a collection of my poems Most of them are a work in progress so forgive me.
