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Being Lost

By , Hammond, LA
The stepping-stones are invisible
I look in every direction just searching
I don’t even see a bird perching
I try not to panic acting civil

I ponder at the blank road before me
Many thought cross my mind
Is there any thing to find
If I go forward what will I see

I know I must take a chance
I take a step to find myself in another bind
Another blank road it’s like a rife

Down each path I take a glance
I feel a rush go through my mind
I remember to be careful with my choices because it’s my life.





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