I spend a lot of time
looking at the ground
—
Watching little beings
march
trot
crawl
around
—
And I can’t help but wonder
what goes on in those little minds
—
Are they run down and tired?
like us?
—
Do they question why they’re alive?
like us?
—
Is their life full of never ending
whirlwind trying to find purpose?
—
Probably not
—
Because they’re just little guys
with little minds
—
Living each day
as it’s meant to be
—
So why can’t we?
About the Creator
Isabella Walker
I'm trying my best so if you're reading this, thank you! (Most of these pieces I will be revising and editing throughout this process, keep coming back for updated pieces!!)
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