The trail

One man has one live. How he chooses to live that life is the reason he lives.

The man may not know who the queen of England is. Or what the square root of 9 is. 

But the man continues on. 

 

He sees things he thought to never be real. Images only percieved in a fairy tail.

Ruined by talk about feelings and stress. While the man only knows one word. 

He still continues on.

 

People question how he could possibly live like he is. The man smiles as they don't understand 

Giving him names, making him feel like something he isn't. He doesn't care as he only cares about one thing.

The trail.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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