Reality, Reality, How you press your lips against mine. They are so cold and wet, they wake me up and make me want to turn away. Why do you try so hard? Hardly at all, it's said. In your hand you grasp a straw, it's thin and dry, and crackles in your fist. so that soon it will crumble to the ground, and mix with the mud. It's only a straw, but you weep, oh, how you weep. So oblivious, as babies fall from the sky, like puffs of snow, to cover the ground with tiny flakes of innocence, yet you weep for the straw, a broken peice of straw, without a name, and nothing else. For humanity, you have no sympathy, so You let the snow fall, you who thinks you can make godlike choices, and escape unscathed, will soon crumble like that straw in the mud, As I buckle under the weight of the snow.
Reason for writing:
If you have ever felt like everything is just getting to much for you, you will understand why I wrote this poem.
Birth sign: Pisces
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