I'm up in the clouds looking at the busy and chaotic yet beautiful city beneath me
I look down at the small cars and the ant people and wonder what their lives are like.
Maybe one day I'll be one of the ant people
I'll be driving one of the mini cars in a stressed town like this one
Maybe I've settled down in a city
And I'll have my own mini car that I'll be driving to my small home in, in a small, busy town.
And maybe I'll look up in the skies
and see an airplane
and I'll wonder what their lives are like
But that is not me yet.
I am still wandering
Lost and not yet ready to be found
Adventuring in different parts of the world, trying to find a place to call home
Trying to find a place where I belong
But maybe,
just maybe
One day I'll live in a small town
With other ant people
In a small house
Driving a mini car
and maybe I'll be content with my life.
(This is shit I'm sorry)
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PoetryThis is going to be kind of an open diary and some of the things I'll write are going to be poems that I've written and other things are just going to be my thoughts over different things so ENJOY! #10 on existentialcrisis lmAO #1 on lifequestions
