Don't know what to do on this barren field

Lined pages stare back asking me what I feel

Knowing I don't want anything concealed

I relay all that happens here

The start and end, but what I fear

Is the uncertainy of what is clear

Day by day all that happens is conveyed

Since memories and experiences are dear to detain

Although some situations can be of some complain

Forgetting then are all the worst and the same

Because they can become adventures in the way you see fit

And remember the lessons that came with it

This poem is about: 
Our world


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