The mind turns over and over,
Days go by and by without a sign,
I ponder, question, think about my life,
What am I doing? What is the point of going on?
Then I think, pause, think again,
I am a person not an object.
The sun goes up, the sun goes down
But everyday is a new day- wait is that a cliche?
I love my family, I love my friends, I love all the people in my life,
Love- such strong word, but such a right one too;
[To be continued…]
By: Ashane De Silva 11J