Lost Agien - Poem by Brooke Schmidt
Hard to find.
easy to see.
Can't figger it out.
But not that hared to get.
Wont know what will happen.
questions but no answers.
Time to choose.
but doesn't know what is right or wrong.
You have ti figger it out on your own.
But isn't that what your scared of.
You want a future.
But can't find one.
You can't diside.
It's made for you but you don't see it.
Maby if you looked you would
have found everything you wanted.
But no you had to pass it by.
because you were scared to lose it.
Well i have news everything can be lost.
But not always found.
It's what you have.
Not what you could of had that matters.
I just found this out.
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