Every now and then you get a bit lostWondering streets lit with goldUnknowingly stumbling paying the costStepping up then around It's time to fold
Further out or father out I tread stillUnfathomable feeling felt freelyIs it logical emotion or willUnquestionable truth said "really?"
Which feeling. What, why whom, how, when or whereThis is a feeling that i wish to share
What is the sum of 8 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.