There’s something deep within me,

something I hold inside,

something I don’t share because I don’t care

how you see my life.

It’s a simple thing really,

not that much to show,

and yet I’d turn one million dollars

before I’d let it go.

Strange, and mysterious,

it has an inner child,

do you think I’m delerioius?

For trying to be so wild.

There’s something deep within me,

and I think it wants to play,

it wants to climb and hide in every tree,

and I think that I just may.

It has been riding, on the back of the wind,

it knows what it’s like to fly,

It’s been from east to west, and out on a limb,

and I finally realize why.

Because life is for living,

and not just for sitting

‘ere learning new ways to learn.

You learn all that you must know,

but know what you have learned,

for living life without living,

makes you life just another pager turned.

There’s somthing deep within me,

something to be left unfinished,

there’s something deep within me…

---------- thanks for reading my poems!!!!!! i have more written, but I don't think they're worth putting up. Not many people will read this as it is! make sure to make comments in my guest book, i can handle criticism too if you didn't like them. :(