I HATE WHEN THINGS GET STUCK INSIDE MY DRAFTS AND STOP ME FROM POSTING DIFFERENT THINGS

I'm not sure if this was ever posted or if I ever gave it a title, though some type of glitch is keeping me from posting here using my laptop. Which is how I prefer to post my various writings of incosequentialness.

I post it now just to try and free up my laptop.

A universe of war
Held within my soul
A never ending battle
As I grow too old

A million tiny questions
Like a million things that I don’t see
A thousand things I’ve wanted
But which my mind can’t free

A prisoner of all that’s ever been
A slave to what once was
That struggles for his freedom now
Knowing that it’s just because

~ The Snowdog