Note to Self

When walls begin crumbling down,

and the road you were traveling on seems to stray

the deep thoughts you have been thinking

turn to time wasting blurbs,

and the words forming in your mouth

seem to slowly lose their umph

do not get discouraged.


This life can be an utter disaster,

if it captures you you’re bound to lose sight.

But if you escape,

escape to somewhere that is great,

and for awhile enjoy all that is great,

because unfortunately greatness does not last forever.


At some point in your life, everything that seemed so bad

will lose its importance.

Tumbled walls reconstruct with new thoughts of hope,

and only then can you say with emotion,

now that was a disaster.



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