January 15, 2011
By , Elk Grove, CA
Wandering, not walking through the pathways of life.
Stars dance on my blank face as a trudge on.
I have no final destination.
I don't know where I will stop to rest.
When alone, sometimes tears fall out the corners of my eyes.
Not in sadness, but in confusion.
Where am I?
Am I even here?

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Mayim12 said...
Feb. 15, 2011 at 8:08 pm
Good Job! :D
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