I never thought of poetry
in any form
For my thoughts needing
not conformed,
When I can just write
whatever I feel,
Without breaking out
from my comfy shell.
Lately, however, I am
paying some attentions
The more I’m reading,
the more I'm gaining tractions.
With the speed I’m going,
if I keep up the pace,
Will I still be here or
in a different place?
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
I never thought of poetry
in any form
For my thoughts needing
not conformed,
When I can just write
whatever I feel,
Without breaking out
from my comfy shell.
Lately, however, I am
paying some attentions
The more I’m reading,
the more I'm gaining tractions.
With the speed I’m going,
if I keep up the pace,
Will I still be here or
in a different place?
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