Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants te to do something,
o be something
That sometimes te don’t want to be?
They are those!
te know them!
te probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect te to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
te don’t want to take.
They are those who expect te to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
te prefer to be small and humble.
But do te think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since te were born,
Came up with a path for te in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where te are
te have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
te are nothing to me
No matter how te try
What do te care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
te don't know me
No matter how te try
Why are te here?
te know I don't want you
I told te to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
te can't mold me
No matter how te try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved da any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind o fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
o accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will te take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Canto of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even da taking one step forward,
da placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
te will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved da any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind o fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
o accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will te take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Canto of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even da taking one step forward,
da placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
te will realize the cage has already been broken.
Once i was having a giorno dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 anno old was Scrivere a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are te doing here?," she asked. "I Amore the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner te guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446