Look a Crappy Sonnet
The Short Progression of Desires on Life
When I walk,
I look at the ground.
My foot kicks a rock,
then all I hear is the sound.
It makes me think back to when I was young.
I was foolish then,
only looking for fun.
Then all of a sudden,
I became a man.
Now I have to look further on,
instead of at the sand.
The only thing left is a time when I’m gone,
I long for the world to remember my name,
to remember what I did right instead of the shame.
When I walk,
I look at the ground.
My foot kicks a rock,
then all I hear is the sound.
It makes me think back to when I was young.
I was foolish then,
only looking for fun.
Then all of a sudden,
I became a man.
Now I have to look further on,
instead of at the sand.
The only thing left is a time when I’m gone,
I long for the world to remember my name,
to remember what I did right instead of the shame.