Poetry
B
Life's affect I sometimes, wish I could be a child again, where nothing's boring or feels the same. To be niave and innocent, where life just means new excitment. But as I grow, Age brings insecurities and questioning, I know, that ignorance was bliss, and the peace was being lost in this. And the world may not always be what it seems to show, as things go one you'll grow to know, that life and living and moving with time, are neccessary things of mine. We all share the same hieghs and lows, from our closest firends, to our loathfull foes. And like to a new born, or youthfull child, Life can be unpredictable, spontanious and wild. All you have to do is look around, see the changing sky, and the familiar ground. And believe in yourself, to lead the way, forget the past, for tomorrow is another day...
