There are days when I'm inspired to write a poem, whether it's about fruit or futility (I accidentally typed "fruit of futility" before I caught myself). And sometimes I would get really deep, and I'm proud that I'm mature enough to write such deeps thoughts about life. Then one day I came across an 8-year old's piece of poetry. And now I feel like a newb. Teach me, oh teacher, deep thoughts.
Forever To Tell
I had forever to tell about a dream
I had forever to tell about a dream
that I was lost in a world
from another world
I had no sense of direction
for I was lost without you
I had forever to tell about my hopes and thoughts
floating around in my head
but I was too late without you
I had forever to tell you about myself
But then I reach deep inside
and discover who I really am
Then again, I had forever to tell you about me
'Cause I know now (know now)
'Cause I know now.
Stolen from: The Sneeze
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