What am I even doing-

Request by a friend to make a poem out of my previous poem descriptions… WHY WOULD YOU-

Dear „Gruu“ as I have named you,
Thanks to you, let‘s make a walk through.
I had started with something rather little:
Newbie here - Just a poem as a riddle.

And it went on with soft nostalgia,
Old orange hues like Acacia.
Hope you‘re all not feeling blue,
Childhood - something to relate to.

Then about a rather old tale,
One whose ink is already pale,
My first poem ever -
Rather old.

This is embarassing,
Why did I agree,
I‘ll be crashing,
Into sugar-highs and glee.

The Question of Why and How,
I‘ll pose you later,
I finally found the flow,
I‘ll be a creator.

I never took so long,
For a dxmn verse,
My mind‘s singing a song,
And time will curse.

Now finally a last one,
About the idiots of the world,
The word „politics“ sounds wrong,
In this chaos of a word.

See? Anything can be a lyric,
You just have to try,
Gruu, I hope you meet a mimic,
Just please don‘t die.


Gruu ISTFG I‘m on this website since under 42 hours and you‘re already making me make a fool of myself-

(Written because of a dare of a friend.)