Sometimes , I feel lost
Sometimes , I wonder where I'm going
What becomes of me
It's truly a anxious thought
We don't know
The future is unknown
I sure hope it's rather good
Well whats good ?
It's well plenty happy
Full of laughter at least some
And maybe someone to hold my hand
Yea that's good
Sooner then later
So , I don't get lost
At least before it's to late
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏 10/2020
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC
Sometimes , I feel lost
Sometimes , I wonder where I'm going
What becomes of me
It's truly a anxious thought
We don't know
The future is unknown
I sure hope it's rather good
Well whats good ?
It's well plenty happy
Full of laughter at least some
And maybe someone to hold my hand
Yea that's good
Sooner then later
So , I don't get lost
At least before it's to late
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏 10/2020
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