Sunday, February 17, 2008
9:48 AM ●

i wrote a poem while stoning

so i posted it

entitled: I AM

I am

The stone

The rock

Which sits upon the clouds

Which sits with no aims

With no goals

I drift.


I am

The endless wind

The rushing tides

I feel

Strong

Awake

And yet

Alone.


What I am

And what I am not

Does it make sense?

No it does not.


And yet

I am

Me,

Myself

And I.

I live to dream

And yet I dream to live

Maybe because

I am

A dream.


A dream in itself

A dream,

Which is the impossible

Which is possible.

Which I cannot control

Dreams are endless

Bound by nothing

And yet bound by the dream itself.

The end is near.

The sleeper awakes.

And the dream dies.

Or not.


copyrighted.michelletay

if you wanna repost it somewhere else please ask for my permission. thanks.

xxxxxx

( Run to the city. )