What Shall I Make?A Poem by Siena - Silent Awakenings.The carpenters carved a tree,the bookers booked all three And I sat here The rivers flowed on through, the evening slowed as you... Sat here, next to me And the publishers promoted these words, as my mind flowed onwards To uncoordinated dreams, that expected reality But what should 'I' make? Of a life at heavens stake, For those and what sake? I don't care for money, the only thing I can't live without The key to a cafe, a car, some fuel and the amount So I sit here, in the only place I feel like me A slight cast of the reality, that I may not be the success in a life told wrong Here, or there Where I care For you. The only one who will sit here Regardless
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2 Reviews Added on September 3, 2012 Last Updated on September 3, 2012 AuthorSiena - Silent Awakenings.United KingdomAboutSiena / 25 / England I adore Writing. Please check out my contest winners, they are all so great: http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Show-me-the-determination.-/14590/ http://www.writersca.. more..Writing |