I pass a stranger
Holding a cup of coffee
Carrying a worn-out backpack
Eyes pinned ahead
She doesn't notice i am following
I have nowhere to go
And I'll let her take me
To her destination
We stop at a light
Where do we go?
Crowds surround me
They know where to go
Not me
We walk across a street
Pass a book-store
A coffee shop
Arrive at her house
Where she can be free
But i don't feel at ease
Still, I come back here every day
To pretend it's home
Until that day when I become
One of those strangers
Who will have her own destination.
-I am a nomad in life. My future is not planned out.
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EXPLANATION: I'm sure a lot of people are looking for their own "passage" through life, whether it's to discover their passion and interest, getting ready for college, struggling to accept who you are, or finding a future career.
Many times in these situations, we start by following the trend or looking at what your peers are doing that can hopefully guide you to the right track. Right now, I am still not sure who I want to be or what I want to do to create an impact to the world. This is an encouragement to those who are also lost like me (lol) that they will eventually find a life they want.
Also, I apologize for not updating sooner. I couldn't come up with creative ideas :/ but hope you like this one!
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