A room now hollows
What was filled with joyous ife,
now stands small and silent
...
Some speed to get away
some just for the race
Some subsist to portray
...
Writing peotry has more power than any other writing, I think. The words are so carefully chosen, to flow with the message. In so many words, one's life can become enlightened. As did mine.)
Me
I dream of so many things
All of them the same
A world so big and defined
Yet lost in its own time
People tell you every which way to go
What they don't know
is you're already there
In your own dreams and time,
small to the world, but giant in mine
You are in my dreams
You mean the world to me.