December 17th, 2018

So many people to meet everyday
That many people could never stay
So many memories that I replay
In red plaid I ran away
So many people left to meet
But I have grown so obsolete
In my head it just repeats
I’ve been carried away by my feet
So many strangers that I see
So much to say in poetry
I’ll let them know this side of me
Because in my words I’ll be set free