I don't know a lot. Sure academically I'm smart. I'm streetwise, I can socialise, I know how to do things.
I can give good advice, no matter what the topic, but never seem able to take it. I can fix somebody else's problems, their life, but mending my own escapes me.
I can recite the entire periodic table from memory, I can wire a plug blindfolded. Drop me in the middle of a city with 20 quid and a phone and I'll do just fine.
But when it comes to the things that matter, I simply don't know.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
I don't know.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
I don't know.
What do you want to do with your life?
I don't know.
Who do you want to become?
I don't know.
Who are you, right now?
I. Don't. Know.
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The little things
PoésieThis is compilation of little poetry things. Highest in poetry (what's hot) #52 #8 in poetry undiscovered/up and coming Contains strong language. © all rights reserved If you find these poems have been copied or translated without my permission or c...
