Writing Poetry

Wherever I would go
Right or left, up and down and all around
I could never really see much in life
To relax and be happy, wasn't much my style
I and everyone else could see, that I wasn't really me
Never again would I be that way
Gone in the wind, like it was never there.

"Please take a moment, look around and tell me what you see"
Outside or inside I saw nothing but a bore
Everything is what it is and nothing more
Then it finally clicked, and my thoughts began to blossom
Running frantic within my mind, I found the problem
You may not see right away, but the answer lies within this poem.