New Start
I walk the streets in a fog.
I walk the same way every day.
I walk from place to place.
Thinking to myself who have I become?
Who faces me in the mirror, isn’t whose in my heart.
I have many problems that others have created.
That now I'm left holding the pieces.
As my pen guides me through this world, I will never give up.
I'm a free spirit flying above.
With poetry in my heart.
I will write of a new start.
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