Walking down a new path hoping to find something new,
Maybe something to play with,
Maybe something that can talk to you,
Maybe something to eat.
You walk down this path and smell something good,
Something that was just made and is now cooling off in the distance,
Something that you can eat.
You start to walk towards the smell with your buddy tucked in your arm,
You finally reach the sweet smell that has kept you happy,
You see cookies cooling off on a window sill,
and you want to take them.
You shake your head, no, you can't take something that's not yours,
But then again, who's is it?
Your the only one in this path, right?
So you take the cookies and sit down with them on the road. You start eating them one by one with your buddy.
And then it came.
You were just about to finish the cookies when you heard rumbling and saw a scary figure. You quickly grabbed buddy and ran down the path to the next door.
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Today
PoetryEveryday we take the same path, everyday we notice something new, and everyday we forget the little things that are so important in our simple little lives. ----- This comes from within my personal feelings and emotional moments I have. Enjoy :)
