I’m lost in time
And not quite sure where to step
I could go right
I could go left
Going forward is another option
Because I know I can’t go back
If I keep my head held high
I will stay right on track
There’s voices in my mind
Telling me what to do
I can’t listen to any of them
I sure can’t listen to you
This is my path, my own kind of road
I’m paving the way for me
And the only way I know
I know I can’t go too far
If I stay very still
But if I don’t take my first step
I know I never will.
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Noah Nelson
I’m a graduate from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. If I’m not reading or writing, I’m probably at a concert or playing acoustic guitar.
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Nice poem