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The tranquility of the living earth
Has brought me peace inside
But mainly because the things I see
For others it will hide
As I coast along this busy world
I question myself here
I don’t have any time to be complaining. Time is running out, it is slipping through me like silk slips through one’s fingertips. I don’t have time to be unhappy and disrespectful and unworthy. I don’t have time to be unworthy.
Bright
Sunny
Clean
Runny
It can be blinding, or it can be mellow.
The sun’s blissful, golden, daisy flower yellow.
The attention span of a teenager is no more than 20 minutes But
I sit in my 90 minute English class
Sitting in my bland grey, uncomfortable chair
I hear my teacher say
You let a chair fall sideways, and you let a rope do you wrong. A basket filled with gratitude is now a basket filled with garbage.
Everyone has at least one
A voice in their head
Some have multiple
Some have good ones
Some not so good
The ones that encourage them
The ones that put them down
The ones that inspire change
I wish I were many things,
but to be many things
I would need to be a writer.
A writer creates what they want to see and feel.
what would i say could change? it would be me. My knowledge of how powerful education really is and how successes could better me. How education would have helped me become a better me.
My journey starts here
But , where do I go?
High hopes here and there
But , where do I go?
This test is like a show
But , where do I go?
Options weighing high and low
But , where do I go?
