Love the vulnerability. What do you guys think?
I have nothing great to live and die for
Only little things in life
That I tell myself are enough to stand for.
The sun, the wind,
The moon and the waters.
I live for all these little things
That when accumulated would sum up
To something beautiful in the least–
Like plumes on a magical bird.
The movie of my life
Would be a boring indie film,
With a mundane storyline
And cryptic dialogues
Only few could entirely get.
It would be like a poem
With disjointed verses that never rhyme,
That could only be understood by those
Who have been intimate with me–
No one, in other words.
It is a song with repetitive tones
And incoherent words
Sang too slow to actually
Entice someone to listen.
My life is uninteresting
Even for myself.
Too mundane, too bland to care.
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