As I am so little in front of books in a sanctuary state.
Levels, piles, shelves and overwhelming floods of books I can not read right after another.
These two little eyes makes up my input, as all the books combine I can not comprehend, understand nor what to do with all of it.
When does my time all go,
at the end will my mind be hypnotized;
as my brain fills with so much words that will be my glossary of my life.
Only a life to define all these be in majestic way for a path of belonging.
Here my pencil sings into the filled papers.
Hear the pen roar that makeup my line filled chapters drawn.
Second chapter right after 50,
I am filling my days in poetry.
About the Creator
Oliver M
Poetry is my past, the future rolls for no one. I'd rather have her exorcise my past and to entertain as life goes by in this chaotic world.
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