Poems

Rock

When the stars shine I always think the same

When the clouds pass I always think the same

When I feel hungry I always think the same

When I wake up I always think the same

Don’t you?

Are different words and feelings not just the same,

But with a little change in them?

Thought is thought

Feelings are feelings

But is this so?

A rock of a different shape is the same as another rock?

Not really grass

The grass on the other side of the fence,

Is something that is never whence,

The grass on the other side of the fence,

Is a place that you will not go, hence,

What are you striving for?

If it’s not for something is it just a bore?

Why not take life into your own hands,

And bring it all down into the sands,

I strive and pray,

Only to end up to say,

What happened to it all,

When did I happen to fall,

Save me from myself, oh my great friend!

I have fallen into a deep desireful trend,

But wait, it’s not what I thought,

The end. or is it just the beginning?

Practice makes what it makes

When the time is near,

I hope not to be at the rear,

I hope to be on the foreground,

Where all those who are practice will be found,

Seems like there is nothing to take dear,

But that is only fear,

I look around all day and night,

And still only find only freight,

To change a hair,

Is to change into unfair,

When the time is right,

I will know and not feel fright,

Peace is in and not out,

So, let’s all go on the right route with no doubt,

Welcome!