24
It can be beautiful and insane
The senses in your brain
The words on this paper
The birds in the sky
I sit on a bench
And see clouds walk by
Living a life of their own
Between blue and white
I sit on a bed
And see stars on the ceiling
Space seems so abstract
Scary yet appealing
Poem 24.
Then I’ll write one more
Sometime inspirations fails
And I fall to the floor
The times of cold weather
I’ve learned to adore
They let me sit inside
And write only more
The times of warm weather
I’ve learned to love
They let my analyze,
The simple sight above
The times of good times
I’ve learned to treasure
Twentyfour?
Well, it would be a pleasure.
I sometimes stall
With the answer to all
But I already know
It’s the question –
That I search for.
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