Poems

N between D lines

If I put my thoughts to the page, what would I write/

The world is not what it seems without light/

In the night underneath the stars become twilight/

Darkness envelopes it all, or at least so it seems/

That’s when you take a deeper look in between the seams/

Are we all what we think we are through the eyes of another/

Through the eyes of our cats, our dogs, or enemies, our own mother/

I think not. We are animals who think on instinct/

We thrive on survival techniques in hopes of not to become extinct/

Although we are all unique, let’s get one thing straight/

Love, hate, happiness, anger, we all share these traits/

Who said to live life to the fullest one must live on the edge, on the brink of death/

Let’s live off the simple things, the things that matter, what we soon won’t forget/

To each his own, when you’re alone or when you’re with others/

You may think of you’re life as a canvas painted with all the wrong colors…There’s always paint by numbers/

Is life predetermined, is there actually a meaning/

Why make our existence so complicated, forget about the reason/
 

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