Up and down we go,
May I ask Mary,
What street we are still on?
Ferris was a one-way,
Twisting like the thoughts in my head,
Round and round,
Yet always forward.
In this maze of streets,
Lost but not alone,
Whispers of direction,
Guiding us home.
@AnxiousLittleRock
About the Creator
Anxious Little Rock
Writing to free myself from years of never sharing my voice. I was always the girl with the quiet confusing stare. Lost in thought, always questioning when I would ever belong. Always misunderstood.
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