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Perfect Place
Walking along this road,
This road that is twisting and turning
In to many directions,
It’s too confusing.
It’s making me dizzy,
Walking along this path.
This path of destruction
Of my life,
Making me less of a person,
Making me more for the vultures.
Now running away from these,
All of these roads and paths,
Running to a place
That would save me.
From the winding roads,
From the destructive paths.
This place is quite, but lonesome.
Is there anyone here?
Just as I figured,
No one else out there,
Just my thoughts and me.
My thoughts of loneliness,
My thoughts of despair.
My thoughts of whether or not,
I could get out of this place,
So that I could find
That perfect place.
But is there such a place?
That perfect place where,
All your dreams come true.
A place where,
Only happiness is found.
A place that is
Only for the weak,
To become stronger.
Where the broken hearted,
Can be mended back together.
Is there such a place?
Where there are no winding roads,
No destructive paths.
Only fields of wildflowers
And snow-capped mountains.
Where birds sing,
Sing each and everyday.
Would I be able enough,
To go out and find this perfect place?
Would I even find this place?
