I haven't Really written anything in a realllly long time. woke up this morning and had an outburst of creativity. So here.
What am I in this sea of life?
Am I unique? Or am I common?
Many people filled with strife
Ask this boring question
Yes you are one of a kind
But that’s not what makes you special
People who care are hard to find
They exist; they’re not unsubstantial
Souls that burn brighter than others
That comforts those who are close
They help the weak without the utter
Of a single word to boast
Money? Fame? Glory?
Those are only life’s little illusions
But true life is a much grander story
That, my friend, is my conclusion
