My world

Sometimes my world is sad and sometimes it is glade. Sometimes it is fuzzy sometimes it is shaved Sometimes it is bumby sometimes it is paved Sometimes it is naked sometimes it is clothed Sometimes it is open sometimes it is closed Sometimes it is blue sometimes it is red Especially when Im smoking from the head Sometimes my sky is orange with green elephant shaped clouds Sometimes The cows are smurfed blue with gold strips Sometimes I see young children poking these cows with sticks Wondering what kind of milk comes out of them When the cows get fed up they spread their wings and take flight Soaring in the sky like a bird free of worry Sometimes I see them fly over my head They swoop down and pick me up I see many faces as I look down upon my world Upon the purple colored grass and it is the color of life Some of these faces are orange some of them red I see the small skinny children prance around like melting snowmen I see the rich and the poor They don't look any different then eachother One day I hope everyone can get along And dance in my streets of candy and cheeseI know this poem sounds a little weird but everyone sees the world differently and this is how I see the world sometimes. Written December 10th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 06:39 AM PST   0 • 13