I get fly now and then,
I call out to my friends,
I love to grab my pen,
To write my desires,
I found what I needed,
I grew everything I fed,
So time and time,
I open my eyes
When I lay in bed,
To see the ceiling,
Knowing there is more,
And what is up ahead.
Have you realized that time unlock more, if you look deep enough?
Jixi Fox đŚ
Category: Poetry