Simply here,and nothing more.

I used to dream, What if?
It would make me feel good for the moment.
I'd look at pictures of magical places,
And for a second,I was there.
Never with anyone, Just little old me.
My whole childhood,
I was a drifter.
Stopping long enough to raise my children.
Now that they have lives of their own,
I've become stagnant.
Nothing feels good anymore.
A dream is just that.
No friendships lost,
because none were ever made.
I wanna drift again.
Maybe run away.
No certain destination,
No what if's.
No magical places.
I could just wait it out,
And do a fly by,
When I'm gone.
.

Comments

  • AnnafalkAnnafalk SwedenPosts: 3,840
    edited May 2016
    I can absolutely understand the feelings in this poem, it's close to how I feel at times, thank you for sharing.
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