Life….
Full of bliss
Full of misery
Full of joy
Full of fantasy
It can be.
My life …
Composed of the third line
Of this poem of mine
It ain't never settled down.
I kept on stirivin'
I Kept on chasin'
For great things
My life
It was full of dreams.
Now…
Standing here lookin' at the past
Remembering
The things I thought would never last
I'm wondering and trying to pin-point
Where in the hell I went wrong.
Arsiema Berhane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-title/
