A Question Of Life
Quite often, I ask myself what should I be, just another poet, an apple in a tree?
The answer is out there, it is so difficult to see. It is shadowed by heartache, it is shadowed by thee.
Should I be a poet?
Should I be a cook?
Should I go to college?
Should I write a book?
The answer is out there, it is so difficult to see. Will I ever find, what life means to me?