Poem from Shelly Owens
I sit here thinking
I get lost in my thoughts
Why am I here
What do I see in the mirror
I wonder why I made the choices I did
and wonder where I go from here
I think I would have done better if
I would have thought about it first
but where I am now seems to be
where I’m needed in a way
I think of questions often
but no answers are at bay
I’ll keep looking for them and believe
The answers are out there and I will receive
Unknown "Just rudie" Wild
- 16 years, 9 months, 4 days ago