Life among the trees

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mind blank, foggy. I can't think, and I haven't slept in over 35 hours and yet, I don't feel tired. I just see people worrying about their lives to much, as if they don't know what life's about, or what to do with their lives. You may disagree, but it seems that this generation of parents have been so focused on themselves, they have forgotten to give their children good morals and realist dreams/expectations.

Submitted: September 09, 2016

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Blank. Like an idea unwritten on the page. Fiddling until I've had enough of the thought and when my bottle is full, the pressure makes the cap pop off. No filter. No need for it when it's all truth flowing out. No poison, like those little boys and girls with plenty of style. Not sure what to say to this day when everyone has a path that they feel like they have to walk. I'm on the grass, wondering in life's forest with no hand to extend my reach. But not to worry. I have yet to start my climb. And when that day comes, I will be wise enough to forge my security, and smart enough to protect my tree. This is life among the trees, overlooking all the meaningless concrete.


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