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