in the corner i sit <br />the room dimly lit <br />i sit and stall <br />counting the bricks on the wall <br />wondering how it was all made <br />wondering if it is just an illusion waiting to fade <br />but i m wasting time <br />sitting and searching for the next best rhyme <br />i have many things to do <br />maybe a chore or two <br />but i do not wish to do anything <br />all i want to do is sit and sing <br />sing of the creation of the earth <br />discover what life is really worth <br />every morning and night <br />i sit in the corner snuggled and tight <br />and i always wonder <br />are we all the same, one another? <br />or are we a small part, in a big plan of divinity <br />and will we live for infinity <br />or is it all a scam <br />good or bad, should we even give a damn <br />but all i can do is wait and see <br />will my life be given back to me?<br /><br />Wandering Scarlet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-question-of-generations/
