Nope, don't do it
show me mountains I can't climb
Don't, dare a darer
and tell me, it won't rhyme
Can't be a place on earth
I can't go, examine, or explore
Holding, or finding the keys
I'll open each, and every door
Willingly not an option
dropping thoughts or words, into my mind
Questing for perplexing
if it can't be prosed, a way, is what I'll find
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Nope, don't do it
show me mountains I can't climb
Don't, dare a darer
and tell me, it won't rhyme
Can't be a place on earth
I can't go, examine, or explore
Holding, or finding the keys
I'll open each, and every door
Willingly not an option
dropping thoughts or words, into my mind
Questing for perplexing
if it can't be prosed, a way, is what I'll find
What if something doesn't have a poem?
how can it exist, if everything is art?
and a picture, is more than a 1000 words
Thanks to everyone for reading and making this a daily poem, I'm honored :)
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