Underground_Network
June 8th, 2009, 03:12 PM
Who am I but who I am?
Hapless and misguided I go
Off to face the world.
Aimlessly I wander and
Meander through the streets.
I try to find identity
But I get lost in the lights.
Under the dark sun for hours on end,
The heat never dies, I burn alive.
Why is it me that gets scorched?
How am I supposed to know, if I'm
Ordinary or extraordinary?
Its interesting how we can't
Acquire what we need
Most: that feeling of knowing who we are and why we're here.
Yes, this is an acrostic poem. ;)
Hapless and misguided I go
Off to face the world.
Aimlessly I wander and
Meander through the streets.
I try to find identity
But I get lost in the lights.
Under the dark sun for hours on end,
The heat never dies, I burn alive.
Why is it me that gets scorched?
How am I supposed to know, if I'm
Ordinary or extraordinary?
Its interesting how we can't
Acquire what we need
Most: that feeling of knowing who we are and why we're here.
Yes, this is an acrostic poem. ;)