Map to No Where Land


So it’s cloudy outside

With a sigh, I growl with despise.

There’s a wind knocking on my heart

Begging and begging to break me apart.

There’s so much to be told

As I grumble at the wind

Do I fold?

Or behold

Maybe mold my life as it

Swaying and praying, spraying my wishes

Wistfully through the years

With some fears

That I might tear myself apart

Ruthlessly without despair

Shall I dare?

To live like the wind

Freely and without a care?

I don’t know what to do.

Like most, I am lost in a place some might call home.

But as for me, as for me I call it know where land.

Where my fears, and my tears all hear what I have to say

Yet they say nothing in return because they know just as well as I do that there is nothing more for me here.

I need to leave.

I need to go.

But where on the map was I born to lead?

I don’t know.

I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.

I mean who does, really?

So I’ll go but I don’t know where I’ll end up.                                                                                                                                             And that’s okay. So what’d you say?


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