Friends Poem by Gee Cii Schnider

Friends



Why is it truly I come to this place

Why do I go to that nothingness
Dull and boring place

Ive always hated that place
An eternity and on

But every morning that its open
I get up and go

I treat it like, yeah right,
Like theres a purpose to that stupid place

But I keep goin'
Like theres somethan there

I get up almost every morning
Not to be a goody two shoes

I go with a chance of embarrassment
Or the anoying people

But why do I keep going
Why would anyone want to

Mainly why am I still in it at all
Hardly caring anyway

The thing that keeps me there
Keeps probably some of you

Is something never rare
And can always be found waiting around a corner

So this is to them
Thank you,

Friends

March 2006

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Day Dreamer 01 March 2008

good poem i can relate

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