This isn't a song,
this isn't a poem,
these are just words, lines,
but words have meanings,
why don't these?

These words I'm writing,
I leave to your mind,
to your fantazy, and imagination.

Because that is all the world provides,
it doesn't gift us life,
or grant death,
it doesn't give us hope,
or our curiosity.

It doesn't light the night,
so we can study the stars,
but rather, so we can be aware,
of how little we know,
it leaves us to think,
to imagine.

So do I,
with these words,
I give, yet what you gain,
is up to you.

This isn't a song,
this isn't a poem,
these are just words, lines,
but words and lines have meanings,
so what are these?

Thoughts.

-23.3.2023
-In Biology class-

-Z.R.w