S B Poet I do not know?

My Way

I am not a Poet,
But a Bored Child alone..
I sit by myself,sing the worlds Saddest song.
Don't feel bad,i sure don't.
Go be social,i sure wont`
Id rather relax,into a world I've created
A world of all world where No days are Dated

The best days of my Life were oh so imaginary
But that doesn't matter where they make the sweetest berry’s
This world is the Best
A magical oasis,

Green Skies,Purple Clouds,Blue Sun,Yellow Rays
This world,This World,This world..I say
I wish you could see the beauty I Do..

In this place there are no Issues
Not even tissues because there's no Tears.
Unless their of Happiness because you are Here!

I laugh and I smile,have the time of my life

The people break out into musicals in the Streets
The local bag boy provides all the beats
A beat so amazing,stands you up on your feet
A song so joyful you will sway in the heat

This world,This world,This world,I Say!
I only wish,sorta there will soon be a day 
when you can imagine the love and the fate 
Destent to be apart of my Way..

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Nick Bagnall April 8, 2011 at 4:58 AM Nice piece of escapeism, I've enjoyed visiting. You've used the wrong they're before 'of Happiness', is the first word of the last line supposed to be Destined ? - keep up the good work