Here they sit, Awaiting more,
Something, somewhere, In the core.
The core of life awaits them yet,
And they don't know it, still I bet.
Even the soul of a normal someone,
Must have an aid, to make their life done.
A human being is a life,
That has to have a moral strife.
The aid is what the person least expects,
Different people, different aspects,
The current life awaits a spark,
Like a maple needs it's bark.
People do not find out what they want to know,
But normaly the normal person has so much to show.
The aid for a normal person is inside the heart,
Even if the person's soul is especialy tart.
This is the first one I made of it, And I was obviously bored. ^.^
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i'm bored too, but i do like this poem sweetie-pie.
especially the maple needing it's bark line.
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