Only Time Will Tell
Thinking isn’t very hard for someone like me
Someone who can’t turn off their brain
When I try to think of certain things
My mind forfeits the game
I’m never sure what happens in my dreams
They always slip my mind
I manage to write them down sometimes
Those journals I can’t find
I want to see the future
But I can’t read the cards
My only way of knowing
Is to keep running by the yard
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.