My life is just a series,
Of rivers flowing,
Crystal clear,
My reflection,
Is just another me,
And when I describe my memories,
Their an ocean full of salt,
Not that much of sugar,
My feelings,
Are in every moment of breath I take,
Taking me from pain to not,
The way I look at this world,
Is an opposite end,
My answer holds from yes to no,
And if I want to wonder,
It usually ends up with,
When will this empty space of mine,
Be full?