Apr 30, 2009 20:41
In 38 days,
things will be so rubixed that not a soul will truly know,
completely,
what to do with their life.
There will be those who claim they have things
all
figured out.
But you don't.
And truth be told
neither do they.
In one months time,
all the people you know will be
scattered across the four winds.
poetry,
national poetry mounth