Thoughts

Happy, joyful, glad,
I'm content with what I have.
Sadness, anger, hurt,
I so rarely feel those feelings.

Sometimes I wonder what,
I'm really supposed to be doing.
Instead of writing this poem,
maybe something larger,
that will make an impact.

I know this poem is really,
totally, completely, random.
My homeroom teacher,
despises the word "random",
a word with no order.
Kinda like this poem.

This line will be extra long because I feel like it.
Short.
The previous line is short.
Life is never long enough.

Numbers are infinite,
just like time space.
Maybe not, because,
space particles have a definite area,
or so it seems.

What is time to you?
I don't know what it is to me.
Just a word perhaps,
or maybe something more.

Are there always hidden meanings,
or is the answer so simple,
that you overlook it,
like you overlook many things.

Like on a pop quiz you see:
1+1=? you think that's not right.
But the answer's so simple,
it's the number two!

Is what I'm writing,
even considered poetry?
I should rhyme something,
but not now,
nothing rhymes with poetry.
Unless I make up a word,
how about: Gloetry?

I'm completely bored,
I should be doing something else
but what are the consequences,
of not completing my homework?

Many. But what is my life?
That's what's on my mind,
right now, I wish to find,
the correct answer.

The end, but is it happy,
like in fairy tails?
You see "happily ever after"
I don't believe in Murphy's Law.