Hey guys, this is an updated version of my poem, can the same and other people comment on whether this is better or no.
Thank you and thanks for all the comments that helped make this.
My soul wanders,
Round and round;
Paths of conflicting emotions,
And along roads of deep thought.
It's lost in the misty maze;
That fills my mind.
So many things it experiences, the full spectrum of
All human emotion.
Sometimes it staggers,
Through the woods of confusion,
As if in a daze, it cannot think straight,
Cannot make up it's mind.
But yet it also strolls,
Leaps, dances, now it is now out of the woods,
And now can pass through a brief high that is
The meadows of elation.
It skids down the slippery slopes of lies,
That go on and on, a
Never ending downwards slant that
All the time growing steeper.
However easy it is to walk among,
The meadows of elation,
It is far easier to fall down slopes of lies
It is almost to easy.
Where do all these paths lead?
The question on my souls mind.
Nowhere is the answer,
Round and round, just round and round.
My soul floats up onto so high, and
Descends into the deepest pits of hell,
And that is all a definitive formula,
Summed up in one simple word:
Life
