Just Nothing

Poem that cannot sustain a breif description as I struggle to find it one.

Take a minute, just a minute
And think about yourself
Eyes in the mirror
And thoughts behind your eyes
I wonder if you have realised?
Grey is just a yellow away from gold.

Without trying to sound bold
Life is a strange thing
Yet we live it everyday
From May to May
maybe even September...

All I want to do is lie down
Maybe have a dream or two
Maybe in my sleep I will see you
The mind is something divided
Most of our thoughts are avoided

Words don't mean to reflect
But I wish they would
Submerge into a mutual meaning
Suffer us into that strange-same feeling.

And my words dont go anywhere
They are not meant to
I did not want to waste
An oppurtunity of a small taste.