"surrondings" poems
My hopes are deemed impossible
I live in places where immortal races see light as basic
They shine brighter than the sun after shades are removed
My grove is slower than the average
The baggage I hold is lavish
A ticket to my heavenly home
My beverly hills, where adventurous thrills are normal
I'll storm out of this body if I had too
My surrondings are like mountains
But I've amounted to a giant
Crying in my soul, cause I grow bigger than possible
Limits want me to stay with the course
But I'm bored of the usual. I know I'm unusual
My imagination is craving attention
The door to another world slightly opening
Standing and hoping
Praying and coping
One eye on my dreams
One purpose for me
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC