The Urge

Tue, 03/20/2018 - 19:22 -- renova

Sometimes I wish I were the wind,

Just floating around unpinned,

From my past mistakes I now regret,

That made me wonder why I fret,

For the layout of my future was set,

I have not a clue what all I'd do,

If I was as free as the wind.

This poem is about: 
Me

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