The Life of Me

January 23, 2015

How does this world

Bring me such joy and harmony

Whether it be through fact

or fiction we'll see.

Is it for the fire I curl

or the sound of a girl

the likes of which

I will never be.

Do life's simple pleasures

leave my fires in ashes

or let them burn

for the world to see?

I cannot see reason

but i can see rhyme

and that is how

the world is to me.

But when i smell trouble

I move on the double

to cover my eyes

and wait for the monsters to leave.

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