A small piece of poetry written by myself at 3.30am, due to not being able to sleep. I do understand it's not beautifully written, nor is it something of the highest calibre. However, it explains a little of exactly what I think, every minute, of every day.
There is only thought
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
Ambient music is my only company, does makes me feel alive
It makes me want to meditate, it makes me want to strive
My thoughts are picturesque, all boundaries are destroyed
It makes me question life itself, and realise it's all void
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
I start to question insanity, and realise it's a metophorically incorrect term
It was created by man itself, to keep minds from suffering the burn
If you take away the boundaries, and you're left with what you think
You realise that anything is possible, and it can change, within a blink
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
I think about the dreams I have, they're really so unique
I start to realise that they have a purpose, they're not pointless, they're not bleek
They do not differ from conscious thoughts, in fact they're both alike
They'll make your vision more defined, they will enhance your sight
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
I ponder on society, it's so very similar to faith
Peoples thoughts become somebody elses, their thoughts become a waste
If your thoughts are not your own, but the outcome of others alone
Then what is the point of being here, to immitate a life that is not your own.
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
-- Joseph Woodward
There is only thought
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
Ambient music is my only company, does makes me feel alive
It makes me want to meditate, it makes me want to strive
My thoughts are picturesque, all boundaries are destroyed
It makes me question life itself, and realise it's all void
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
I start to question insanity, and realise it's a metophorically incorrect term
It was created by man itself, to keep minds from suffering the burn
If you take away the boundaries, and you're left with what you think
You realise that anything is possible, and it can change, within a blink
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
I think about the dreams I have, they're really so unique
I start to realise that they have a purpose, they're not pointless, they're not bleek
They do not differ from conscious thoughts, in fact they're both alike
They'll make your vision more defined, they will enhance your sight
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
I ponder on society, it's so very similar to faith
Peoples thoughts become somebody elses, their thoughts become a waste
If your thoughts are not your own, but the outcome of others alone
Then what is the point of being here, to immitate a life that is not your own.
I`m sitting here, on my own
Nobody here but myself, I prefer to be alone
-- Joseph Woodward
