Life is an open book yet to be filled in
only the first
s
p
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ts
of
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n
k
kiss
the
pages
There are no instructions on where to go
None credible at least
At best, instructions on how to live once you are "there"
I figure, I'll be a social worker because
Like Harry the Auror, it can't really think of anything else
Nothing that would be within me reach, or worth it once I grasped it
Part of me wants to travel the world
Part of that part wants to travel the world, to see people live lives
different
than my own
Another part wants to travel the world
just so I'm not stuck here for the rest of my life
Some people say that New York, and NYC are the center of the world
I always felt self conscious standing in the center of a room
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