Drop the paper on the floor
you have no use for it
Before you leave through that door
take time to think a bit
It could've been a euology
or someone's work of art
Maybe notes for melodies
that were written from the heart
Now look at the crumpled sheet
that you just cast aside
Take it, smooth it out and see
just what is there inside
Others say that it's empty
an unused human tool
But that is not what I can see
for I am not a fool
I see dreams waiting to be
of course, the nightmares too
Now look beyond reality
and see what you can do.
(( This poem is entirely based on perception; I'd appreciate PM's or comments portraying what you saw as the meaning of this. ))
you have no use for it
Before you leave through that door
take time to think a bit
It could've been a euology
or someone's work of art
Maybe notes for melodies
that were written from the heart
Now look at the crumpled sheet
that you just cast aside
Take it, smooth it out and see
just what is there inside
Others say that it's empty
an unused human tool
But that is not what I can see
for I am not a fool
I see dreams waiting to be
of course, the nightmares too
Now look beyond reality
and see what you can do.
(( This poem is entirely based on perception; I'd appreciate PM's or comments portraying what you saw as the meaning of this. ))
