Going to the Island

Too many questions leading me along!
I wondered where we never could become,
But nothing ever lasted very long!
Is there so many voices calling from.

With seven thousand feet above the latter!
And sing a song about an old entire,
A world of people leaving shortly after,
Living on a day without a prior.

So many changes from the very start!
And life is such an easy way of making!
I never thought I could become a part,
Surrounded by a thousand people facing.

Forget exactly where it started from.
This world created inner soul entire,
Who really cares about what you become!
And though these lonely days no longer prior. \

Nothing ever happens shortly after,
We never really had another start!
But then again or even further latter!
This world became an awful single part.

To see what any other could become!
Another early morning standing still,
A feeling like an engine running from,
Finding something going on until.

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Poem Written by me