Can we just go back to the times ; when the world wasn't a thing to us , when a cotton candy and a toy ; were our only businesses to worry about! Can this fear just go back to the grave ; Its grave beneath our cradles , when we had it nowhere near ! For now there are a million questions And so many faces to wear outside ; inside, there's a boat waiting to reach the shore Trying its best without an oar! Without an oar! ~ M What are we? just clay pots! #poetry#struggle#life#writing
