Ok I'm not quite sure why I wrote this... It's not really a poem. It's more of just what i was thinking at that particular time.I just had to write something. I thought I would put it up to see if anyone understood it because I quite honestly don't get where it came from.
Sitting here, staring into my version of oblivion
Thinking about what I'm doing here.
By here I do not mean on this earth or in this lifestyle.
I just mean why am I sitting on this chair writing things down?
I cant really explain it but i cant think of an answer to what seems to be a very simple question.
I wonder if anyone else has ever thought that.
Have you? maybe, maybe not.
It doesn't really matter because who would admit talking to themselves about nothing?
No-one.
I don't even remember what my point was.
It's odd how people think like that. They just go off on a meaningless ramble which will always end up that same way. They just forget about it.
