Arsiema Berhane - Without title

Life….
Full of bliss
Full of misery
Full of joy
Full of fantasy
It can be.

My life …
Composed of the third line
Of this poem of mine
It ain't never settled down.

I kept on stirivin'
I Kept on chasin'
For great things
My life
It was full of dreams.

Now…
Standing here lookin' at the past
Remembering
The things I thought would never last
I'm wondering and trying to pin-point
Where in the hell I went wrong.

Arsiema Berhane

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