Hands gripping feet
Rooted to one place
I feel like I'm not going anywhere
Anywhere I want toI want to go
Far
Far
Away
(Not to the place in shrek)
But just
Far
Far
Away
SomeplaceAnd maybe
Just maybe
Make something of myself here too

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Musings of a 'holic.
PoetryMusings of a child who, some days, wants to die, and other days, is content with life. I write when I feel like it. So, it might have a lot some days and other days it's stuck.