Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Head Rush

The world moves so rapidly,
Almost too quick it’s hard to recall what happened during a day’s course,
Often we find ourselves alone,
Ready to crash, no power left to function—
Just near destruction,
Mass addictions,
Isolation from self and others,
And mere ignorance,
I guess it’s these severe aspects of life that make it difficult to accept,
The small things that build greater happiness…

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is so true, good job I really like this poem! :)