Honestly, listening to music while writing can tap into some strange writing powers. Despite being a teenager, I consider myself to be an "old soul". I feel like I've been wandering this earth for many lifetimes before landing in this body. But I'm realistic enough to shut down my poetic side when I say that. This poem is the product of my many dreams and daydreams. I've lived out so many scenes in my head... too many to fully realize the gravity that my actions have in reality. This poem is of one of my daydreams. I shed a tear during class because of this daydream...
