I Concur

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.