| Never Ending Circle |
| Get up, go to school, Go home, go to sleep. What is the point of this never ending circle? Clean my room, throw away this, There's nothing to keep. What is there left to show your past? Sentences are just words, And words are just sounds. Is there anything worth learning? Everything becomes chores, And the small stack becomes a mound. What is there left to do just for fun? Days turn into seconds, Passing us by. What is to become of us? An awkward silence, Follows a sigh. What is the point of this never ending circle? |
| This poem is basically about life. I wrote it at the beginning of the school year, and a lot of my friends like it. |
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