At Two In The Morning..
At two in the morning I sit with my thoughts
They are the only thing that can tell the real from the not
They stick with me throughout all of my days..
Always changing and asking me what made me this way
Does God play a hand in what we are today?
Or does so called fate come about a different way?
Who are we to judge ourselves?
When society is what creates us and makes you yourself..
I envy those who live in mental freedom
Some say they're insane, I say we need 'em
Because what is a world that is perfect and in peace?
Another idealistic creation made true by our needs
But then the question will be, what do we need?
And the answer to that runs deeper than deep
We all need something out of life to make us feel complete
But how can you reach it, if no-one knows what you need?
------- Author's Notes -------
Sometimes no-one understands that everyone needs to be heard.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Britney (172.16.1.231) -- Tuesday, March 29 2005, 06:47 pm|
I liked your poem. It was very good and well written. ~Britney~
|Meridian (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, March 29 2005, 09:46 pm|
Brett! Long absence brother! Naw, I'm messing! It's nice to welcome you with open arms again to Dreamer's site! So, you were compelled to write at 2 in the morning....Unique thoughts were running through your gray matter eh? LOL! If you can't tell your best friend, then I think it's best to tell no one. Being the simple fact that your best friend is about the only person closest to you----then again, I don't know. Have you tried talking to family about being heard and whatnot? But as always, great words and great in voicing your opinion! Very delightful poetry Brett!
|Brett (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, March 30 2005, 01:11 am|
Thanks Britney. I appreciate your kind words :)
and Meri, what can I say? haha. I guess I have been busy with a lot of school work. But its so good to hear from you. I really liked the picture you sent me as well. :)
As always, thanks for your post I'll deffinitely keep in touch.
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