28 September 2012
You'll often find us deep in thought, Lost in wonder, more often that not. Buried in a book, sitting by the side, Or talking to ourselves, we don't have much pride. We live in a daydream, insde our own mind, Look into our head, who knows what you'll find! We might be phylosophers, pondering 'bout life, Our head in the clouds while the world sinks in strife. We're weird and we're awckward, we don't fit the mould, But we'll always stay young even as we grow old. We don't pay much attention, you'll often find we snooze,
But give us ink and paper...
And all hell breaks loose.
©ren360
Writers • Opuss № I