It struck me that i need air
It struck me that im born with hair
It struck me that i was sitting on a chair
It struck me that life is not always fair
It strikes me that i must go to school
It strikes me that i can swim in a pool
It strikes me that much clothes is made of wool
It strikes me that the winther always feels so cool
It is going to strike me when i have an epiphany
It is going to strike me when i figure out i am not divinity
It is going to strike me when i see life is not infinity
It is going to strike me when i feel i am not vincinity
It all strikes down like a lightning.
nice with the repeating
ReplyDeleteNice writing. I especially like the progression from past tense to present tense to future tense. Also a nice development in your use of difficult words - it suits the poem perfectly that you save the big issues/words until the last stanza :-)
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