Almost Every Poem I Have Ever Written

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It is moments like this when I think I have seen it all;

Like the transition from Summer to Fall;

The roads that wind and twist;

And the river that bathes in mist.

Sitting tight, filled with fright,

As we pass countless lakes on a water plane.

Or the beat of a drum that matches my heart,

Who would have known I would come so far?

My mother, maybe.

Although she has seen more than I;

She has seen the sunsets I am bound to see;

And every root that is now a fully grown tree.

Maybe I have not seen it all.

"There is more to see before you fall,

So don't you dare turn the page,

Or else the unknown will fill you with rage."

Those are the words of my father.

I probably should have listened to him,

Maybe I wouldn't be filled with such anger.

So take in every fallen leaf and grain of sand,

Within this human-filled Earth that feels like no-mans land.