I sit down and wonder Of when my poems will not be of dismay But of laughter and relief Of joy and and uncontrollable bliss Of charisma and positivity Of hope and reliability. Life is a feeling in itself Full of perception I've invent My thoughts and imagination A clear reflection Of a society I've have beget. I can never really tell when the earth was formed Or the number of people who've been here before Centuries after centuries, Societies have been cloned With millions of generations Getting to be born So if change is inevitable, Why I'm i still stuck Stuck in the ways of the past Clinging on to these memories I've always despised?