Just Me Poem by Alex David

In the cool breeze of the morning sky
I sit here, stranded and all alone
thinking and asking, where am I heading?
Is it, the rising east or declining west.

Oh! how foolish am I, to ask myself
for things thats up has to come down.
But, what do I have, I can call my own
for I seem so selfish, I'm never home.

If only, I had a chance to be, just me
I would crush all, that makes me, me
Father, son, brother, friend, everything
and would take the world, all at once
for desires would never bother me
but I'm sure it would always haunt thee.