Thoughts all fraught with anxiety
And I feel like I am lost.
I don't know how to stand
in this world of turns.
These thoughts all slip behind me
I cover them with visions of
what might come tomorrow.
I know where I want to go
But I see no path to get there.
Society sits beside me
And it blocks my feet from driving
anywhere but farther into the sand.
The sand is soft and it could comfort.
But it's the island that I want.
My eyes are set straight out there -
Never to diverge.
I'll find a way,
I will make a path.
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Good for people to know.
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