Anyone who knows me knows that I may be the least artistic person on the planet. I could never really draw or write anything all that meaningful. With that said, boredom is a hell of a motivator so sitting at home alone I decided to pick up a pen and dabble in poetry. Below is the second poem I've ever written (the first one is pretty personal and depressing and I wouldn't want to subject my loyal readers to that). So without further ado, I now present to you, Ricky Walker's poem #2.
Words to Live By
My mind was in a daze.
I was hating my current ways.
Regretting wasted days
when I HAD to smoke that haze.
Back then, life was like a maze
but looking back, I see it was a phase.
Pursuit of happiness, now my favorite phrase.
Now I wake up every morning, thankful for my days.
Stop crying, no mourning. Positivity is what pays.
But changing was not so simple, at least not for me.
Took a look in the mirror, couldn't see what I could be
then one day I cleared my mind and suddenly I'm free.
Twenty-one wasted years, seems like a steep fee
but my troubles made me who I am and who I'm going to be.
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