Becoming You Becoming Me

Where is this going

Where will it end

Can you see it

Because I cannot

All I know

Are past and present

Not what will be

What will become

Of you and me

I am forever

Holding on

To see

What will become

Of we

Sailing the tide

Of time

My life is yours

And your life

Is mine

In some way

Shape or form

Our souls



AscendedOne AscendedOne
26-30, F
3 Responses Feb 20, 2009

That is a good poem!

thanks, i was drunk when i wrote it. hehe

This poem totally quotes what's in my mind constanly.<br />