Originally posted by Stefanism:[b]Walking on the road
I do not know where I am heading
I know I want to go somewhere
But my mind is closed to me
As I sit at the bus stop
I wonder which bus I should get on
When one came
I just got on without much thought
It was a short ride
To a place where I was familiar with
I went to my favourite fast food restaurant
And I got my favourite drink
But I still felt lost
'Cos I did not know why I was there
I sat and I stared
I still couldn't figure out
Why I was there
People walked past
I hoped that someone would come to me
And give me an answer
Let me know what I was doing
Why I was doing it
And how I could do it
I left the place
With a million questions in mind
Questions with answers
Answers not clear to me
Why?
if u wan me to be more depressed...Originally posted by narz:congrats on your new found poetic intelligence....
we'll be seeing more of ya works in Writers' Haven perhaps?![]()
seems u r feeling down n donno wat to do like tat.......Originally posted by Stefanism:juz a poem of wad i was doing todae...![]()
hehe, no mah...Originally posted by Stefanism:if u wan me to be more depressed...
haha