Wandering
Yet, brought to no end
Looking, never ending
It is never abrupt
When challenged
Always ready and never not
Purpose unknown
Yet sought out
The space, dripping around
When the light appears
Is the chance taken?
Or are you still a wandering spirit?
I drive the same
My purpose unknown
New things, bringing my mind spinning
Gears turning, never not
I think
"I am... A wandering spirit."
(This was the poem I entered for the state. I was selected for representative of eighth grade.)
