so here i am by myself....talking to myself, bored.....
ill write a poem....
Alone is my soul, which grows cold
as the days get old,
and time unfolds.
The secret is mine alone, to bear
to witness, to tare my mind apart.
A longing for a belonging that fades
not, but stays engraved within.
Can YOU see? what's inside of me?
Can YOU feel? the pain,
that's so real to me.
In vain i search, for eternal truth,
the fountain of youth.
Heart fuelled with fire, desire for Knowledge.
Atlantis, where are you?
The land to free,
this creature in me.
EDIT: reading it now, seems lame
might finish it/tidy it up later.