Magnus Grace

The trees 

lightly dance in the 

 cold 

winter air, 

the birds sing a song 

like a choir the sound 

echoes on tops of hills 

enlightening the day,

I find at night

I am haunted by thoughts.

Simpler things, like

Math assignment due tomorrow, can I finish it by then?

or

Did I really turn in the essay or not? I don't remember...

What if

I could be a real actor

What if

It doesn't matter if my name sounds like a big-movie-star name?

What if I'm delusional?

What if I don't really care?

I have never been a poet,

But for you I will try.

Unknown is the world we live in 

How deep is the ocean?

How big is the universe? 

It's unknown 

So why try to figure it out?

Why try to swim deeper than you can?

It is started by a piece of paper

written in blue pen ink

smeared as it is folded twice

passed to a friend.

Purple marker replies to blue pen

folded up the same way as before;