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Why I Don't Take Directions

Poetry By: EwanMac
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Submitted:Feb 6, 2009    Reads: 163    Comments: 15    Likes: 8   


I sort of like to see myself,
As a perfect block of clay.

I can be molded here and there.
And be used an other day.

I can sometimes see myself as a shining yellow star,
And I smile on you no matter,
No matter where you are.

I see myself as a Signpost,
To my own way of life.

I point towards the love,
And I point towards the strife.

I refuse to take directions,
For a very simple reason.

How can I trust a sign?
That changes with the season?

I refuse to follow idly
along the road my elders paved.

For its adventure and triumph,
That I truly crave.

Second place,
forget it.

I'm aiming for the best.
An no one could ever keep me,
From my ever going quest.





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