The following is my first ever sonnet, written for my English 9HP class:
If you stand about and dare look yonder
Into the overwhelming, daunting sky
You may stay little longer to ponder
For will it truly matter when I die?
As the universe goes on endlessly
Farther away the more little we are,
A small blue dot nearly too small to see
What will matter when there are only stars?
So what does it matter what I do now?
Why do I sit at a desk all day long
When what I want is there if I’d allow
Myself to go where I do so belong.
Why shall I need to fill myself with stress;
Weight of a world been lifted off my chest.