! ! ! Poem by Dark soul

Laying dead in my own thoughts
That dawn was bright one day
It's weird that this is what I say
Was the sun a part of the world
Or was it a piece of what my ideas
Searched for in this so called life

I dream of none ending gravity
A limitation to an ambition that been
A sword cutting all the living plants

Is this is a seed of growing
That is ripping through my being
How can a curved dropp of water
Feed an straight line of seeds! !

I lay dead in my own land
Or am I being born again
In a realm called understand

I is not something I know any more
Maybe I am just reaching my
Single and lonely
Core
Where I hope I am not
Dead