Most emotions are easy:
It’s easy to love,
Easy to hate,
Easy to despise,
Easy to admire,
Easy to be left in wonder.
Not forgiveness.
That’s something else.
Most emotions are easy:
It’s easy to love,
Easy to hate,
Easy to despise,
Easy to admire,
Easy to be left in wonder.
Not forgiveness.
That’s something else.
Sometimes, I meet top people,
People who mean a lot to me,
People which, in one way or another,
Manage to break their own habits,
To be the people that they could have been.
I have a lack of self-confidence in me,
A lack of self-love,
A lack of being a part of the world,
A lack of meaning something,
Which makes me have a distorted view on reality.
Even I might know
That you can’t refuel the wheels,
As wheels don’t run on fuel.
What’s this poem about?
Is it about refueling a plane during flight
And about changing the wheels during driving?
Yes, it’s about this, and mostly about what this blog is about:
Having a typical life, working, living, doing things,
And on the same time posting on this blog some things which are so tough,
That they feel that I’m doing something extreme.
If I’m not mistaken,
It was on 9Gag where I first read,
Of life not having background music.
Wouldn’t it be cool to know,
Based on the music you hear,
If you’re heading into excitement
Or a tragedy?
While in school,
I used to take tests which didn’t matter, at times.
A grade which won’t matter,
A test which I won’t care about.
I was told to „Do it like everyone else!”, one time.
Another time „… Try to fit in!”.