Tuesday, June 1, 2010

White Walls

snow coloured fortress,
enclosing all I am,
a realm of inner images,
that I don't understand,

is this just a dream?
just a hapless vision,
where colours dissipate,
a white on white collision,

understanding is the key,
that unlocks my hidden door,
what's wanted and what's needed,
the answer I implore,

but answers can't be given,
without the question known,
and as long as I live here,
white walls will be my home.

I was just thinking today, I have two years after this one left of high school, and I still have no clue what I want to do with the rest of my life, I am drawing a complete blank. This was just a poem to express my thoughts on my thoughts right now........

"Life is meaningless only if we allow it to be. Each of us has the power to give life meaning, to make our time and our bodies and our words into instruments of love and hope..."
Tom Head

Goodnight, :)

1 comment:

  1. Ahhh I found one of your poems
    I like this a lot
    It's really good, it really does express the blankness
    But don't worry, I'm off to University to study Politics and International Studies next year and I feel like my whole life ahead is a blank canvas as I have no idea what to do!
    That's what makes it interesting though I think :)