When I invisioned where I would be in the future
Who I'd become
I never had a clear picture
I copied off other kids
When asked what we wanted to be when we grew up
Because I had no clue
I don't think I ever will figure it out
I'll just be a drifter of sorts
Floating through different times and spaces
Collecting the free stuff I'm offered
Because a person can never turn down free stuff
And I'll just
Aimlessly wander
Just to see where it ends up taking me
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
