To be creative,
Is to be you,
And Not to be me.
To be creative,
Is to be you,
And Not to be me.
Writing about me,
words aren’t enough,
Ink dries out.
To write about you,
Two words, it’s over,
Trust issues!
Things changed.
Another one have arrived,
What new did it bring.The universe being me,
My thoughts, the stars in it.
Hard is it, to find,
Where it began,
Where it ends.
To find your way through,
Fly straight.
My thoughts, have no direction.
When I called you,
Perfect.
You corrected me,
You weren’t.
Now that you call yourself,
Flawless,
Where did I go wrong.
It is normal,
To feel sleepy,
When the whole world,
Is asleep.
But to feel awake,
That is when you know,
You are alive.
It is really interesting to know that,
when I was born people used to call me a baby.
As I started to grow they referred to me as a baby boy.
When I fought myself into the adulthood they called me a man.
And when I grew old, they teased me as an old man.
Now, when I die they would refer my body as ‘it’.
“We have to bury it” they said.
Funny, how people start to change their perspective from time to time.
Calling everything by it’s right name.

He dropped his pen and looked around.
The room was empty as it always had been. He smiled to himself and rubbed his wrinkled chin. His eyes swelled up but no time to rub them off.
The sun had set and the wind had died. The room was empty as it always had been.
Only note he left on the lonely table read:
I was here.
Just because we are tall
Does not mean everyone else is a dwarf.
Just because we are rich
Does not mean everyone else is poor.
Just because we have power
Does not mean everyone else is a slave.
So cherish the time you have in this world, those who have, help who doesn’t have.
To help others is why we all exist.
Keep on smiling and don’t let your money or power take away others happiness ☺️.
Have a great day.