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Jun 2011
So many questions
    flood my head.
Do you know what I thought?
    Did you hear what I said?

When does the heart begin beating,
    and consciousness start?
When will the sun stop shining,
    and humanity fall apart?

Are there things in outer space,
besides the stars so bright?
What happens when a black hole
***** in all the light?

Is the world going to end
in my short lifetime?

    My short lifetime.
So many lives to impact.
So many things to do.
So many things to go through.

Too short.


I want to try everything.
    Know everything.
    Do everything.
    Be everything.

Can I pull off a ******?
Or be a famous Hollywood Actress?
Will I do drugs?
When all my family all dies,
Will I cry for them?

Am I just going to burn out like a star,
and work the average human life,
with no trouble or strife?

So many things for me to try.
    To taste.
    To see.
    To feel.
Will I accomplish it all before I die,
in my short lifetime?
So many lives to impact.
So many things to do.
So many things to continue.

Will humanity fall
in my short lifetime?
Will I ever learn it all?

Am I ever going to fall in-love?
Get called on by the Heavens above?

Heavens above.
Is there really a God up there?
Does our makeshift prophet really care?
About us? About the world? About one person?

Will I travel across the world,
to see it for it's glory and shine.
I want all the world's treasure's to be mine.
    All of them.

Will I find the perfect life,
    in this world?
Will I find the perfect man,
not too distant, not too needy?
I want all the world's riches.
I have to be greedy.

In my short lifetime,
will I commit a vicious crime?

My short lifetime.
So many lives to impact.
So many things to do.
So many things I wish I knew.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   Shiloh
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