Jan 19
Why?.
A question so repetitive,
It stifles my mind.
As the more I think,
The less I hide.
The more I speak,
The less I lie.
The more I feel,
The less I disguise.
For the more I live,
The less I am alive.
A question so repetitive,
It stifles my mind.
As the more I think,
The less I hide.
The more I speak,
The less I lie.
The more I feel,
The less I disguise.
For the more I live,
The less I am alive.
This poem is about self-conflict and uncertainty in life. Some of us feel hopeful, some not so much, some more energized, some more tired. It is a constant cycle for some, and I wish nothing more than happiness and faith for you all.
