Broken Trees Fill the Path
I'm not as lost as think.
I do things my way and no other.
I am my own leader.
I'm not alone for I have my own.
My own body.
My own heart.
My own thoughts.
Crazy as it seems, I am more sane than any.
Believe what you want but I more on path than you.
I'm more lost than I think.
This poem is about:
Me
My family