Poetry that thinks out loud
LACK OF SOLE
As I watch the clouds go by,
I think of all the reasons why.
Why are we alive right now?
We know we got here somehow.
Why was the grass made green?
Why are some people mean?
What makes the sky so blue?
Who's answers are really true?
What is the purpose of life?
Is it finding the perfect wife?
Is it knowing who you are?
Or are the truths too bizarre?
I view this life on the whole,
In my heart I have a goal.
But one thing that eats my soul,
Is up upon that telephone pole.
A pair or trainers laces tied,
Hooked on the wire almost fried.
Who the heck put them there,
This for now is my biggest care.
I think of all the reasons why.
Why are we alive right now?
We know we got here somehow.
Why was the grass made green?
Why are some people mean?
What makes the sky so blue?
Who's answers are really true?
What is the purpose of life?
Is it finding the perfect wife?
Is it knowing who you are?
Or are the truths too bizarre?
I view this life on the whole,
In my heart I have a goal.
But one thing that eats my soul,
Is up upon that telephone pole.
A pair or trainers laces tied,
Hooked on the wire almost fried.
Who the heck put them there,
This for now is my biggest care.
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LACK OF SOLE
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