Sometimes I question my purpose in life
A constant stream of essays and equations
Judged by a letter grade and a GPA
My knowledge determines my worth
Not my skills or life experience
Not what I put out into the world
My journey or my vision
Is my life a series of numbers
Wins, goals, accomplishments
Marriage, family, kids
Then to the finish line
An undecidedly dark quest
A journey in which you go alone
Searching for one
Only finding your reflection
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
Peace
Some say it is the wind brushing against soft skin
Some say it is the birds humming in the morning
Is it the people who make you laugh
The breakfast you eat in the morning
Peace
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
Have you ever noticed the bubbly ones
The life of the party
Is usually a tragic one
The one with the sad past
The one who has nothing to live for
But everything at once
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC