Life (revisited), by Phoenix_Ashes Subscribe to rss feed for Phoenix_Ashes

I feel like i'm being watched, don't you?
Like i'm meant to know something i don't
I'm sick of people with fake depression
But don't I feel sorry for myself to?
I was told thinking too much is dangerous
But isn't it dangerous not to think? Thoughtless?
I sometimes think I have loves ideals nailed
But everything has complications
I'm a child of the mind, not the fist
But i'm not saying there's no power behind
My fist, just thought behind it to
I get the feeling I trust too easily
But thats becuse it's easy to trust
I look at my hands, my face in the mirror
I don't see courage, but weakness staring back at me
I miss my childhood, weep for lost innocence
Then I embrace adulthood, feeling important
Everyone dies, one day, some way
We're all afraid, some are couragous to admit
That death is the result of our life lived
The conclusions of the trails that we go through
So i take a breath and step out into the world
Posted: 2005-02-08 14:05:06 UTC

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