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3 more years
Ima always be socially awkward...
just me silent as a toad,
only speaks at night.
Only wispers every now n then like a bird.

I have such a free soul,
wanting to leave and visit the world.
But will I survive society?
All the speaking will cause me to coil.

I wish to smile at the stars,
and talk to the fireflys.
I wish to be alone,
silent n away from noisy cars.

Mabye I'll make an imprint on this world,
to show freeness,
to fly and just live,
someday inspiration someone will hold.

My dreams hold my future,
a future I'll get in 3 years.
Creating it by running far far away,
to my own world.

A world where no one will find me,
just paper and me.
I'll write a story,
and in the end, youll know me through poetry.

Ill walk the long grassy feilds,
I'll wisper a song through the air.
The wind and sun produce a light of freedom,
a sighn that my life will be fair.

The twinkling stars,
will then be my hope.
I'll be ok,
the brightness will be my life.

I'll get far,
far into my hopes.
They will happen one day,
that one day will be in 3 years afar.

_Emi