Floating

Like a bag in the wind I change direction without will

Hoping to land at destinys windowsill

Not much to do but complain

And point and laugh at those who make moves to obtain

Oh how I wish to have the courage

But still, I every morning look forward to my hot porridge

To vanish from this would leave me overjoyed

Off I go, I must attempt to fill this void.

AP

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