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Cortney Michaels Jun 2011
To Realize,

I am a girl in which the unknown intrigues, yet who’s afraid of not knowing.
I wonder what the future holds
I hear the sounds of chance and change approaching
I see my past and its memories fading fast
I want to know what I’m getting myself into
I am a girl in which the unknown intrigues, yet who’s afraid of not knowing

I pretend to be stronger than I am
I feel like I’m in over my head
I touch my foot to the pedal
I worry about not going far
I cry because I’m scared of what’s to come
I am a girl in which the unknown intrigues, yet who’s afraid of not knowing

I understand that this is life
I say what people want to hear
I dream of just getting by
I try to figure things out for myself
I hope I’m not the only one
I am a girl in which the unknown intrigues, yet who’s afraid of not knowing
Cortney Michaels Jun 2011
The simplest things in life
Are most always taken for granted,
Lies and desseat
Mourning and tears
You hate when its
All around you yet
You never notice when
Its all that’s in you.

When the sun dies
And clouds get grey
No one cares until
It rains.
Only then do they notice the pain
The pressure
Inside they hold.

A warm breeze through an open window
Turns the pages of an open book
Just to close it in the end.

So whats next?
In life, no one knows
Perhaps that’s why some choose to live it
While others choose to just
Take a hit.
Because
Heading for the unknown is interesting
Until of course
You realize you really have no clue.

A false pretence
A false knowledge
Isn’t enough when your falling
Farther than you’ve ever known.
Even still, pictures fade with memories
As you realize that the past
Is gone and the future
Is all you have to look forward to.
The disappointment
The uncommitted and overly committed
The dismal and vivid
Exuberant and dejected
But even more,
The unknown.
Cortney Michaels Jun 2011
Wide-eyed and goofy

a little girl,

with only

good intentions to offer.

No cares

no worries,

except what’s for lunch

or what cartoon is next.



She has no control,

she doesn’t need any.

Her smile

never leaves her face.

Her dreams

are never too big.

She’s not afraid

of what people think

or

of who’s watching.



— The End —