The Productive Thought Of Boredness - Poem by Mikel Calcagno
who am i to fall on her wings
who am i for her to like/love me
who am i for her to care about everytime i've cried
who am i to live life the way i did and still do
who am i to say 'I LUV U'
who am i to be angry over something that'll eventually end altogether
who am i to smile when i really just wanna dilapidate and cry
who am i to you? am i anything at all...
It's hard to understand, but i know i'm made for something
It's my cross to bear, for u to see the thoughts i convey
It could be a purpose that's unfulfilled
but it's my star in the sky to keep living for everyday to ponder and wonder why?
If I knew the answers to life then there's NO POINT IN LIVING...
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