This poem describes my inner voice…

The game of life and how we as an individual handle it.

Life Is a Gift that so many people take for granted. what is really important in life?
you decide.

A poem about the game Minecraft. It captures the base of the game.

Every single person lives every week the same. All the same boring routine.

Some might consider it tragical, while others find it magical.

Creep.

It was convenient for us both.

What I was waiting for never came.

I tried so hard to keep up with you.