Changing Direction
Don’t know what I am doing
traveling along these obscure roads.
Everyone giving directions
and they don’t know which way to go.
I listen to the music
seeking a familiar song.
Changing direction towards my favor
ignoring the signs of danger.
You said so much in just few lines! I loved this poem. – Cezane
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Thank you. 🙂
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