The long and twisting roads
Are confusing and tiresome.
I wonder which way to go,
I turn right,
I turn left,
When will I get home?
Where is home?
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PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
Lost
The long and twisting roads
Are confusing and tiresome.
I wonder which way to go,
I turn right,
I turn left,
When will I get home?
Where is home?
