end of all

its not really poetry cause poetry if governed by rules these are just thoughts

is this it
is this all life has to offer
what more should one expect
this is no fairytale
no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
another face in the crowd
another sheep in the pasture
or spoke in the wheel
WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!
in a world of black roofs
and tinted windows
its you
you alone
you are a bright shingle
a twinkle in the black top
write your own fairytale
paint your face
dye your wool
forget the wheel
ITS YOU