Turtle on a Treadmill
My first poem I wrote two years ago
POETRY
Like a turtle on a treadmill,
A fly stuck in a room,
Like a stick I use for sweeping,
But the end is not a broom.
I try to write my story,
Try to pave my path ahead.
Knowing there’s no difference,
When at night, I lie in bed.
To pray to God and ask,
What He plans indeed,
When all I’m really thinking,
Is what’s in it for me.
A sorry life to have,
When you’re your number one,
And when you look around,
God’s there just for the fun.