Born,
and instantly,
searching for the ever-lasting.
A constant supply of food,
a persistent access to riches,
the long yearn for unending happiness,
not so-welcoming, to life's indefinite glitches.
Out of our hands,
out of control,
ourselves is the only thing in this universe,
we own.
We cannot control our universe,
but we,
we are our own universes,
and even that,
will fall short of life when the time comes.
Life does not agree with permanence,
there is nothing of the sort which exists,
and knowing the end awaits me,
I dive into unpredictable risks.
Tomorrow is always unpredictable anyway.
I dive into the unknown.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
