Today, I will crumble my map
Follow nothing but the howls of the dogs
Bring my worries to a cap
And sing all of my favorite songs

Today, I will run
Only stopping to listen for all I can hear
Refusing to return, I’ll stick to my guns
Nothing left in life to fear

Lying in the grass spread out like a fan
My breath growing slender
Here comes a familiar man
He says, “Like a car you need a fender

And you should really carry mace
It’s easy to use, just aim for the face”

By: Kelcie Snyder


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