POETRY

In

And

Outside

Funneling

Throughout all our minds

Finding the reflection of who

We are and why we are here, these questions are not so

Clear

Turn

The page

Spiraling

Through eternity

Time and space are just illusions

Figuring out what is real, I ask myself who am

I

To

Deny

My beliefs

Wondering the truth

That my mind, body and soul want to

Seek for clarity; I learn that I just have to be…

Note
My mind was cluttered with thoughts so I wrote this poem I wrote it using the Fibonacci sequence using numbers 1 to 13. Every syllable is representing the number so if you read it from each line, count how many syllables each word has and you will find that it is ordered like this
1
1
2
3
5
8
13
repeat
repeat...
 
It's like the rhythm of breathing hence why I titled it that.