I am often let running
For something without knowing
Why or how to reach it.
Sometimes it's easy to find.
Other days I have to search far and wide.
But sooner or later, I know,
I'll eventually find my way back home.
YOU ARE READING
To: You
PoetryPoems addressed to you. You who is my friend. You who is my family. You ... who has yet to become anything and everything.
