Poem: Mission

To be happy, I became everything.
To be happy, I had to do nothing.
So late...........
anyway
:)


-jas mandia

Poem: So am I

Between the tall towers
There is a patch of grass
where I sit,
lie down and relax.

The shape of the lawn defines
The shape of the sky-
small, incomplete, less-free;
So am I.

And because of the lights of the tower
The light of the stars appear-
lost and less bright;
So am I .


-Jas Mandia