With chapped lips and knotted hair,
I sat.
A long dirt road was my bed,
I lay.
In my mind I am running far away,
I rest.
But I do digress, I am no runaway,
I play.
With a bag filled with nothingness,
I walk.
Into the night sky with stars hung high,
I watch.
My eyes wetted by the dew,
I stood.
Like a statue with a fierce attitude,
I pondered.
A thinker they do consider me one,
I disagree.
A philosopher like Socrates,
I envy.
A mind so precious to have,
I listen.
To words that are repeated,
I wonder.
And with these ideas,
I give.