I told my mother - I want to taste the world
You can't taste the world
It is hearable and tellible
It is touchable and smellable
But God knows it is not edible
Such a silly girl
But I still wanted to taste the world
Anything and everything is possible
They tell us it is possible
As they stand with their shirts
Holding in all their hurts
Of their failed plans and asserts
Only believing in lossible
But I still want to taste the world
Not even knowing which is my way
I left to go on my way
And I am on it still
More determined in will
And will stay on it 'til
It becomes the day
That I will taste the world
I'll bet it tastes like candy.
1 comment:
You're such a talented poet. And you know how I normally view poetry.
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