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Wednesday, June 2, 2004


Another Poem
The fustration I got from that arguement with my dad gave me the push I needed to finally write my next poem. Also, I changed the quiz results that I picked to show.

My Ticket

My ticket to the future is blank.
I must choose my destination,
But it gets harder and harder
When you’re causing my hesitation.

You think you can push me further,
But you only push me away.
You think you know my right path
While I don’t even know my way.

You can’t base my life off yours.
The same rules don’t apply to me.
I try to show you that I’m not you,
And you just can’t look to see.

The things you want for me
Are not necessarily what I need.
I must find my fate on my own.
This I say, and you don’t heed.

This is my life, my own future.
It is not your own to mold.
I will do what I think is right,
And on this I will not fold.

Money, power, greed, or success
Are nor forces that drive me.
All I want is to look back at my life,
Long and fulfilled, so I can die happily.

You have your ticket to your future.
Now, for mine, I am finally in line.
Everyone’s ticket is blank.
The choice of my destination is only mine.


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