Purposeless Pages
My body has a language
my mind just can't explain
I'm falling out of this world
and into a frame
Insanity never came
Labeled on a shelf,
the only person I cant make happy
is myself.
My feet are found pacing
There's no faking it tonight
My breath is too heavy
My lungs, too light
Rushed before my ambitions decay
But what's my minds racing anyway?
This poem is about:
Me