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Knowing

by flower14

Knowing Call me pressing keys Hide me under books Bleed me to the bone I want to know for certain Show me aqua days Turn me down your road Wind me up in arms I need to know for certain Sit me to the wall Show me to the moon Change my days to maps I’ll never know for certain
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flower14
This poem represents many of us not knowing what is ahead of us and trying to guess it everyday. Thus, not enjoying everyday life because we are worried about the future, and when we get to the future we wish we re-lived the past. This poem is to inspire people to plan for their future without losing track of the present.

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