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

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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