In my twenties -
sitting in my apartment,
the second floor layout
held such a nice view -
with hope too...
Journals in my hand
textbooks surrounded me -
I was young
and so tied down...
yet free...
Sweet sweet son
forever faithful dog -
my life ahead
held many visions
of all I would do...
College...
working full time...
the single mom
and enough inspiration
to see...
Goals are only
accomplishments -
to give your life meaning
and your fragmented soul
glue.
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