As I see the warm, blue sky, I dream that maybe one day I can fly, to a place so far away, where kids are free to play, where I can be free, take a dip in the cold, blue sea, close my eyes, and imagine that life, is giving away a free prize, maybe she'll be my new wife, as I walk on by, I begin to wonder why, everything is rushed, why people's dreams are crushed, life is way too fast, somehow you got to make it last, don't let things harm you, hold everything together like glue, don't waste the day, say anything you need to say, as one day you'll be gone, and will no longer see the dawn.
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PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
