PipeDream92
Chocobo Breeder
A second, short poem I decided can be put up (not worth keeping / worrying bout copyright for this one). I wrote it very late at night (around 5am, still awake), but don't get the wrong idea, I'm not truly as troubled as it makes me out to be (thank god)
Enjoy, and give feedback:
My feet are problems, and im walking down an upwards escalator,
though one foot falls behind, the other extends in front...despised labour,
will someone push the fucking emergency button, and stop me?
I can't very well reverse this, and come back from where I came,
That isn't quite the purpose, of this thing called life, this game,
But if someone would push the button, i wouldn't have to run at topspeed.
I just want a break from these long strides, before the day I die,
won't someone be my savior?
Enjoy, and give feedback:
My feet are problems, and im walking down an upwards escalator,
though one foot falls behind, the other extends in front...despised labour,
will someone push the fucking emergency button, and stop me?
I can't very well reverse this, and come back from where I came,
That isn't quite the purpose, of this thing called life, this game,
But if someone would push the button, i wouldn't have to run at topspeed.
I just want a break from these long strides, before the day I die,
won't someone be my savior?