Poetry
B
Birds eye view Sawing heights of clouds. Looking down upon my home. Feeling Eternal. As lasting as the sun. Finding words fail to express, What's this dream I'm having? I hope never to awake. Awake to the sound of bustling cars, Street lights blazing throught me window. My dank, small room is cold and empty. My life suddenly meaningless, Insugnificant, Unimportant. I hope sometime to change. Change for a life better than this, Successfull and happy, a smile upon my face, I know someday it'll happen. I see the big picture now. I see the birds eye view.
