I just don't know how or where to start
Cant make out the picture from my heart
Did my dreams flee from me or have I just lost sight
That they ran from me doesn't seem it can be right
A million pieces from which I choose to form a man
No direction or guidance given, no map or master plan
Connecting pieces together with ones that fit
Being generous and free with colors when life permits
These random pieces will connect, unite, grow and transform
Flee from boredom in my design, always avoiding the norm
When I become whole I'll break apart my final mold
My story finally written just begging to be lived and told.
Other Reading Practice poems...
Where I stay
Me
My secret desire
Cant make out the picture from my heart
Did my dreams flee from me or have I just lost sight
That they ran from me doesn't seem it can be right
A million pieces from which I choose to form a man
No direction or guidance given, no map or master plan
Connecting pieces together with ones that fit
Being generous and free with colors when life permits
These random pieces will connect, unite, grow and transform
Flee from boredom in my design, always avoiding the norm
When I become whole I'll break apart my final mold
My story finally written just begging to be lived and told.
Other Reading Practice poems...
Where I stay
Me
My secret desire
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