Where I wish to be ?
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On the road to somewhere,
Somewhere I thought i wished to be.
Somewhere, that started as a destination,
its the road that’s become me. .
Little by little, each passing day,
Heart and soul that grow- cruising through purples,
or Stuck at life’s Grey.
It’s a joy ride,
through the school that is life.
It’s a new canvas everyday,
Paint-brush that is mind.
On road to somewhere,
It’s the road that’s making me, me.
Does it really matter,
where I wish to be ?
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