I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Welcome to the 21st century A time where a lot of things have gone wrong with humanity It raises big questions and odd answers
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
The journey to the moon was truly a breakthrough But I was about to perform the greatest feat Built a rocket, engines checked and thus I flew
One way or the other, we have fought personal battles Ones that only we know about, self rattle During such phase, you either let it consume you
Eyes are indeed heavy, the mind is undoubtedly full Body lays down, nothing seems to move Subconscious kicks in as your eyes grow dim
You were alone Then you saw her Didn't feel like approaching So you admired from afar Her beauty and her graceful looks
I walk in through this door of ancient wood And inside I see figures, those which sat and those who stood I am pushed by my mind to go to the back
How do you know when you are happy? Do you judge it by how broad the smile is? Or the vocal strength of an awesome laughter?
Pause, Think, Hear, Listen Maybe you had it all wrong You train, work and get all strong Just to be her Superman But have you ever pondered on this?
Dear Haley, meeting you has been the mother of all coincidences Even though am not a man who believes in such circumstances
After a long journey of a few kilometres I stop to rest and lay down as I await for hours Then did sleep come like a thief and stole my consciousness
You walk down an isle of Autumn leaves Kicking against the fallen parts of trees You look up and there she is You haven't seen her in a long while
Let's tell a tale of an adventure Of love and total unabbreviated affection A king, well decorated and had all he ever wanted
