In Six Months
My mind stops,
Life goes on.
My mind spins,
In six months I'll be gone.
Decision making was never my best,
That's why I ask for help from the rest.
To figure out where I must go,
And see new places and things to know.
I have ideas, aspirations, and dreams.
I now know who I am therefore my eyes gleam.
For a shining future that awaits,
A triumphant job I shall take!
My mind is clear,
The goals are set,
My life is now,
I'm ready for what's next.
This poem is about:
Me
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