Is it, that your days are busy, full..?
Only you, know where they may take you.
I do not, know mine, where they lead me.
I do not complain...I...must..
steal this, that it is, all I am, from, it
is so confused, by it all.
It is all because of.....it is....it is just...you.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tired-in-a-small-circle-it-is/
