Unsure of
Possessions of the future
And my path
This vast world;
Trying to find the meaning
Lost in space.
With my youth,
I marvel those with success;
Wasting time.
Fathom me?
Feel my uncertainty vibe?
My soul cries.
Help me see,
Far future be easy reach,
Foresee wins
Head shaking,
Fists fly with all this raging.
I'm praying.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Unsure of
Possessions of the future
And my path
This vast world;
Trying to find the meaning
Lost in space.
With my youth,
I marvel those with success;
Wasting time.
Fathom me?
Feel my uncertainty vibe?
My soul cries.
Help me see,
Far future be easy reach,
Foresee wins
Head shaking,
Fists fly with all this raging.
I'm praying.
Each stanza has 13 syllables (3 syllables on the first and third line then 7 syllables on the second line)
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