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by Lindsay Feb 6, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I sit and await the day When I can be free When I can say Just let me be I wait For many things to come Hoping my fate Is only just my imagination sum The music playing in my head Is its own unique kind In its stead Is the only comfort I find My friends think I am crazy Wild and weird Most of the time I am just being lazy Trying to find hope that so neared Maybe this is not supposed to be Is not supposed to happen You just could not see That it never could happen So I am sitting alone now Wondering when You approach me with a bow What will you do then?