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Fingers Crossed


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i wish i were a child again.
not to play or sleep or dream,
but to mean what i say and say what i mean
and know with complete security
that when I grow up I will be...
an actress, a doctor, a lawyer, an author.
not a Thor, like the god who learned a lesson
but the profession
Thats what it should be.
I confess, I profess that the rest of my life,
I'll not spend as a wife but a baker.
not my friend terriann,
but a baker like the maker of the gingerbread man
and unlike the engine I don't think I can
but I know.

As time passes, I grow but my resolve is undone.
The work isn't fun and I can't see the sun.
But i do it, moving towards a goal.
the soles of my shoes are torn, the look on my face's forlorn
because I don't know what I'm running towards.

So you see, that's what I miss
not a hug or a kiss, though those are nice too
nothing's amiss, but I'm feeling quite blue
what I need is to see, to conceive, to believe
that I don't just THINK I'll work in a skating rink
or work making sinks, or sin, "tink a link link"
But I'll know that I''l grow to be a human that sows seeds of great hope
and nope, that's not all
That I'll know who I am, what I am, what I'll do.
I'm not sure of myself now.
But i will be soon...



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jbjones87 said...
Jan. 19, 2012 at 9:53 am:
This is really good, really descriptive. It's hard to figure out what to do with your life, but I believe if you look hard enough, the poetry will tell you.
 
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