Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2017
Out of the illusion, snapped out, from the confusion
Im indestructible now, i dont care, im just there
Just doing my thing, growing over you, dont care for competition
Or exebition, im just inside myself, and like a plant i grow
Under the snow, cracking the stone, i am that plant, im growing slow
I dont compete, i dont get hurt, my energy is fueled by dirt
Written by
Ilya Molotov
245
   ryn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems