The Sharp Tip Of A Knife - Poem by Kenny Mantinelli
Why does everything pass,
Quicker than the speed of light;
And yet slower than the growth of grass,
That makes such a beautiful sight.
Two days ago I was lonely,
Yesterday I was happy;
Today I've been phony,
Tomorrow will be crappy.
But, inside I'm doing fine,
I just don't know how to show it;
All I need now is a pickup line,
And some candles to be lit.
I think I've found someone,
But, I can't tell yet;
No where to run,
But, it's my only chance to set.
I guess we'll wait it out,
And see what happens;
I'm not going to pout,
It all depends on my actions.
What I do will change the end,
My life rests on me alone;
I'm not going to pretend,
That it's not on my own.
'Cause I am on my own,
No one can truely help me;
I feel like I've grown,
And I'll be able to break free.
So, here I come, hun,
I'm taking it step by step;
From the moon to the sun,
I won't say I haven't lept.
I've gone from alone, to mad,
And from angry, to sad;
But, now all I want is to be glad,
That a story can be written about me in a notepad.
So much stuff going on,
It barely compares to my lifespan;
But, my life's like a lawn,
On it, someone with a metal-detector scans.
I just have to wait and see,
What happens in my life;
Like a long-awaited ending to a story,
Or the sharp tip of a knife.
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