I dream of being a poet,
Sharing my thoughts and feelings,
Through beautiful words and phrases,
But it's so tough when the world is crushing me down...
It's almost as though the world wants me to crash and burn...
Motivation is crashing like old buildings collapse,
Hope leaving like the dead leave earth,
Happiness dying like the people at war.
I wanna be a poet, but I'm stuck here in this helpless world with too many people like me.
With hopes and dreams, but no motivation and skills.
With wars that endlessly damage and rampage through cities and towns.
World peace isn't real, dreams are just as fake.
I wanna be a poet, but I have nothing to make up for my wish.
I lack skills and motivation,
I lack pride and dreams,
Perhaps if I was someone else,
I'd be a better poet.
- Cy












