I fell asleep <br />With a pen in my hand <br />And when I woke <br />The poem was complete <br /> <br />And this is how <br />I live my life... <br /> <br />I belong to the poems <br />They don't belong to me <br />Mirrors hang on the walls <br />To make the room expand <br /> <br />And this is how <br />I live my life... <br /> <br />I lay awake trying <br />Too hard to sleep <br />When morning came <br />I was unprepared <br /> <br />And this is how <br />I live my life... <br /> <br />I start to create <br />With the best intentions <br />Then lose the desire <br />To achieve my goals <br /> <br />And this is how <br />I live my life... <br /> <br />There is some hope here <br />But there is little joy <br />There is still some hope <br />But there is little joy <br /> <br />And this is how <br />I see my life... <br /> <br />(2007)<br /><br />B.. Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-belong-to-the-poems/
