Do you have somewhere? Somewhere to go, Sit down, relax, Just lay low. You can think for yourself, Truly make your own moves, No one can tell you, You've slipped out of the groove. Lying in the trees, Enjoying a gentle breeze, Everything's at ease, Or so you seem, It was all just a dream, To get your hopes up, by blowing out steam. You simply can't live that way, Gotta do what the upper man say, Or else live in a cage if you disobey, Trapped like a lion, yearning for prey. So later in life, if it just aint swell, I'll muster the courage and crawl out of this shell, Pull my anchor up and just set sail. With a whole new world designed for me, Gladly at peace for eternity, Resting my head on a pile of leaves, I'll be living in the trees.
seems that you're the type of writer that get's better each time they write something. relish the tough times and let them be your muse. good luck, man.
This is the only poem of mine that you have read. It's crazy that you said I get better each time I write something cause I have felt that way after the last couple of my poems.
i said that because of the conversational flow of your poem. you have a naturally poetic mind, so naturally you'll only get better over time-as long as you don't force it. only write when you're inspired, but don't forget to find something inspiring every once in a while. peace, man.
