A poem i wrote during week 4:
It Doesn't Even Matter
The heart, the mind
The beautiful, the blind
Darkness in the skies
And a light burns in your eyes
But you could have a jewel
Yet you've been a fool
You'll never see whats right in front of you
And for that I really pity you
In truth it doesn't even matter
You're nothing more than a mad hatter
The trees, the sand
The relentless, the bland
Nightingales mid-flight
You're falling from a perilous height
But you could reap the wind
Right 'til the very end
You'll never see whats right in front of you
And for that I really pity you
In truth it doesn't even matter
You're nothing more than a mad hatter
The oceans, the stars
The moons around mars
Do you tempt fate?
Is love just a form of hate?
But you could dance on the water
Yet you always let your heart falter
You'll never see whats right in front of you
And for that I really pity you
In truth it doesn’t even matter
You're nothing more than a mad hatter
The pain, the pleasure
The ever mounting pressure
A glance in the wrong direction
You missed your chance with perfection
But you could have owned the stars
Instead you're covered in scars
You'll never see whats right in front of you
And for that I really pity you
In truth it doesn't even matter
You're nothing more than a mad hatter