Stagnant
One day, someone will think about me for the last time in eternity. I'll be forgotten by the whole world and the universe.
But maybe then.. I'll finally be ok. Finally something bigger than the bugs and the dirt
Or I could just keep my art inside of me
Let it build until one day it bursts
Leave an impact on the world
Learn how to hit them where it hurts
But maybe.. one day I can be at peace , being just the trees and the breeze
Promise me you'll listen for my voice when you hear the birds sing
Or maybe you'll find my poetry in the rushing of the streams
If I can't do anything with my stay here, maybe the beauty is in when I leave













