I know odd title, but from time to time I like to type something from off the top of my head and see where it goes.
So love it, rip it to shreds, disect it and whatever else you would like to do.
Her goes the first of many more random poems to come.
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There are things we wish we'd never have said
The things left undone and unsaid
We all lead what seems to be an ordinary life
But could it all be lead as by a puppeteers strings?
Some life for themselves and there own dreams,
But others live there lives by futhering another's dream.
Some have a burning passion to achieve the best
Well others are content on suckeling from those who do
Some will strive to reach for the stars
Others will happily shoot them down
Some know this and work always in the face of adversity
Others will naysay and lable it wishful thinking
Some change, some never do.
It's up to us when and if we do.
many things may come and go
But human nature will always stay the same
It's not always what we do but what we start
That makes the most difference in the world
Confessions of a Creative Mind
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