Poems exploring whether or not we create our world, through reflections past and current .
When you see the writing on the wall,
what goes through your mind?
There are words that can set you
free if you know their meaning,
or constrict you upon your feelings.
Do you ever settle down,
and take note of your surroundings
It's an unformed habit,
uniform in its uncertainty.
To find something first you must find out
if you deserve to know what most words
are talking about.
It's ok to say no or maybe no,
but they're telling you "I told you so!"
Do you have an answer?
Do you have an agenda that was
In the war of you versus you,
who are you fighting for?
You've seen the writing on the wall,
but how many times can you burn it down?