• Staring at the points of view
    Written on my feet.
    No one knows the things I’ve seen
    Or who I long to meet.

    Where I want my life to go,
    If anywhere at all.
    Do I want to jump up high?
    Or just give up and fall.

    My mind is filled with words that spin
    And books I have not read.
    Snaps of time that go unviewed
    And things that I have said

    Right now I just want to sit
    And think of what to say.
    Why should you decide my life?
    I just want to live today.