A Walk

April 17, 2013
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A walk through the park
That shall clear my mind
Full of thoughts and never clear
Looking at the sky and the clouds full of birds with flight
Makes me wonder what it would be like to be free
Look at my life, I'm still in the past
Mom, dad, sister or brother
Never existed, just me
Moving on, growing up from the terror
Like a flower caught in a storm
Though I like to go and just be me
There is that haunting tail still following behind
Now that the trail is at end
Which road do I take, which new life to begin

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