A Piece of the Artist.. A look into the mind of Anna.. Hoorah..

A Piece of the Artist..

By Anna Crowley

The world didn’t stop spinning..

I tried to get off this ride called life..

But it just threw me back on the ground..

I think that if I have one more day of this..

I could burst into a million sparklers..

I look up in the sky and I see it going no where..

I wonder if this is how it feels when you hit a wall..

When nothing else matters, but you..

Why did I even try to defeat this feeling..

The only reason I keep on going to because of the heart..

I sat under a tree and watched the fat lady pass by..

I thought that it didn’t end ‘til she finished singing..

I guess I was wrong..

What am I doing here, definitely not here for the scenery..

I think I should just take that journey to the waterfall..

Why did I even have to make sense..

It’s not like anyone really even cares that life is off..

I could drop off the spectrum and it wouldn’t matter..

But then again there is always..

That light at the end of the tunnel..

You want to know something..

I’m going to keep dancing ‘til the last dance..

Doesn’t matter what you say or think..

You can’t stop something that doesn’t want to..

You should just pass on, nothing to see here..

(This poem really doesn't mean anything in particular.. I just wanted to write a poem and I put the first random things that popped into my mind.. So don't insinuate anything from it.. Okay..)