her goal #nofilter
the leaves where falling
as a bird flew looking
it was circling the skies searching for her goals
as she searched the grownd below
she aimlessely hit untrust worthy goals
without thinking she hit and hit
never finding her passion
as she went and went
she always came up short
as she was about to give up
she stood -- she stood-- never moving
as she stared and stared
searching and searching always loosing sight of her goal
she finally rested thinking and thinking
what was set for her next
the cool air was flowing the grass stretched the leaves followed
she then awoke and went out to find her goal and hit it and left the crowd
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