i was bored last night and was thinking of cool names for poems...
thought about a lilpad and the morning dew..
Oh lily pad why do you cry every morning?
Are you taking in all grievances
every heartache, people endlessly adorning
All man's knowledge going to waste
As the apocolypes comes giving us chase
You know none of this
yet you still cry
when the sun comes by
Is this happiness, rejoice, and love
or all a sham, a haox, a scam
Nature has no optimism so why should we?
Sitting by the fire, a dead oak tree
living in the moment, till the first cough
then you have Aids, and are floating aloft
you know nothing of this
and yet you still cry..
...every morning..
as the sun goes by
it was weird how that came to me...i have no idea what to call that
