Surreal vs. Reality
Poetry entered at a young age
At a time of my life
Quite an early stage
Expressing an interest
The options to choose from
They're limitless
It can be real or fake
There's no right or wrong
No one saying there's a mistake
If happy, the clouds are filled with illustrious things
Nice to Imagine
If sad, the birds in the distance have darkened wings
Only thoughts enter the reader's mind
What's going to come next
Who knows what they'll find
Like any good book
A story can be told
Instead of unraveling by chapters, the poem slowly unfolds
This poem is about:
Me