You two see?
I told you it wouldn't last.
I used to think about philosophy and write poetry a ton.
It started with a poem I wrote for remembrance day, which I read in an assembly. My teachers and classmates would push me along and tell me to write more.
So I did. I wrote thirteen poems over the course of about two months.
The last one I wrote went by the name of Trudging;
Through muck and mud,
I trudge on,
Leaving footprints as to what I've done,
And clues as to what I will do,
I trudge alone,
Followed closely by love and hate,
Happiness and sadness,
With peace trailing behind,
And in spite of all the choices,
The grief and hate,
I trudge on.
Kind of ironic, huh?