Standing here
Watching young children smile and laugh
Trying to grow up
Not knowing the milestones
And thorns above
Waiting to explore and save the ones below
Or being washed down by the jerks insults they meet
They get in fights and if they lose they are still not beat

life,what does it mean?
does it mean to have the best things
and be the best at everything
we dont know for sure
what the true meaning of life is
but we know what we must do
to live

Are you the same person
From history?
The same one from those days
Long gone?
So far you've wondered why the tide must change
Is it science or The sign of a mystery
You've Wondered why the angels can't appear
But they can tell what is near
Is it danger, is it hope
That something that you never know
So I ask again
Are you the same person
From way back then

The bookshelfer puts the book in the bookshelf

I discovered my talent
I broke out my cage
I avoided the mallet
And emptied my rage
Now I walk alone
On this painful trail
Find my true home
I no longer use the sail
My path is my choice
My thoughts are my treasure
My power is in my voice
My poems are my pleasure
My door to my feelings is open
So I must close it
The fear isn't coming
Now if you excuse me I must be poet

I walked a long way
Saw a little girl all alone
She looked sad that day
So I asked her what's wrong
She said why should I live
Is there a point
I should just go away from my hive
Why try to fight

I froze in shock
It suprised me what she said
My mind was then locked
My gears started going in my head
I said there's many reasons
Everyone is needed
To make this world have seasons
Nobody should have pleaded
To make this world fit
Everyone needs to live

There are many reasons to live