I wrote this piece earlier this week....
I walked down the street to spot a woman scratching away in a book. She looked upset, so I asked her what held her thoughts.
With her hopeless voice came,
'One way...Are we all destined to go one way? Are we born just to fade to the mundane? Only....this way?'
Why do we do so little while we're here, yet dream so big? Why do we do as others do?
Do as they say?
Do we continue a pitiful existence of sorrow, for all time?'
'Should we strive for our dreams? Should we struggle for our passions?
Try to catch them or dry as we ignore them?
Fight for them or fall with out them?
Accomplish them or Fail ourselves?'
As I pondered these questions, I received a final question from the forlorn artist. 'Is your Life the Masterpiece you wish to be remembered by?'
How would you reply?
So.....yea......it is very short and I'm not sure what this could technically be called...:3
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