Everything
With every trickle, There is a drop. With every drop There is a dream. With every dream, There’s a wish, And every wish must rot. With every bit of pain, There is sorrow, With all sorrow, There is death, With every death, There is love, And every love must end. Nothing ever stays the same, Though nothing ever seems to change. Everything is complicated Yet it is very simple all at once. When will the very down poor of emotions come And change the worldview That everything is different, Because if you look carefully enough You can see everything is like one another. They are all connected Nothing is truly different, Everything is like everything else. Everything is something different To everyone else.I know that everyone see's everything differently, hell this poem will mostly likely get many differnt comments and suggestion on it...I hope you enjoy it and if you don't I hope you find a poem that you will enjoy. Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 07:07 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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