A Life Of A Poet

It was an inspirational moment where I had limited time.

They think they know better,
Meanwhile knowing what they think they know is a lie.
It started off as a simple short letter,
Now it's so high up in the sky.

Pressure and worry is an inspiration,
Time is like a time bomb in my possession.
I sometimes ask if there's any resurrection,
But for now, my retaliation.

Surfing the sky like a paper flying aimlessly,
Thinking what tomorrow might bring me.
Where I might be,
I guess I'll have to wait and see.