I'm tired of running,
Because my feet can't take me anywhere further.
I'm tired of crawling,
Because my knees, they hurt.
I'm tired of swimming,
I just keep on drowning.
I'm tired of flying,
I need to get my feet back on the ground.
I'm tired of waltzing,
I don't seem to move by the beat.
I just want to stand still,
Move nowhere,
And just be nowhere else,
But here.
And not there,
Definitely.
3 comments:
I have no idea what that poem was about because I don't know you well.
Perhaps, instead of doing things to please other people, perhaps it's time you did something for yourself?
Take a break. Do something crazy (for your standards) for once.
Hello :). Thank you for the comment...i appreciate it..it's ok, poems are meant to be interpret in many ways,right?:).that is the beauty of it.anyone has their own rights to define it in their own ways..anyways, you're still on the right track..your advice is applicable..thanks again!:)
Much obliged.
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