Just another poem ,
written by just another girl ,
on just another day,
just another way.
Just another poem ,
on just another day,
searching for just another awnser,
in just one more way.
It was just another poem
but this time she had something to say.
It was just another poem
as she sat in a cold and sterile room
it was just another poem
but this time it grew wings and flew
and this poem?
This poem is a poem about that poem
that was just another poem on just another day
and it happened in the most beautiful of ways.
All alone she sat,
in a cold and sterile room ,
she was alone in the world
as alone as she was with her abadonded groom
and so she didn't know what else to do
but write one more poem for the book of memories
one more poem for the faded book of dreams-
it was just another poem ..
but it changed the worlds view on the social stratification of a world we once knew.