Thoughts Of My Mind Poem by Tessa Marsland Pettigrove

Most nights I lay awake,
thinking of what happens in this world,
how everyone gives and yet everyone takes,
just like a coffee and how it is swirled.

The world moves beneath our feet,
we just choose the paths we go down,
like listening to music for the beat,
and dancing to earn a crown.

They say life is what you make it,
and how much you should enjoy every moment,
but everyone knows eventually we break it,
and sometimes we feel so ancient.

I think about how the stars move at night,
and how the sun hugs the atmosphere
and yet both stars and sun are so bright,
and yet everyone loves them when they appear.


Copyright,
Tessa Marsland-Pettigrove