Young Between Air and Space
By Anthony Anthem
Question? Where is my mind? I think I lost it long ago.
My late teens in the clouds with no cargo
I had a light carry on in the lane row
Then it got heavy as I'm at the window
That's reality, I guess I didn't cope well
Especially to that four letter word fail
I just wanted so bad just to do well
Trying to fake it till I make it like they couldn't tell?
Lady Gaga would have told me there's no poker face
I was young I was dumb in that head space
20 years around the sun is a learning stage
I just wish I had a manual, a list, a page?
Though, what's the point of a story with same plot?
Predictable to the end to the last dot.
What will be my legacy I think about alot.
And what experience has taught.
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Anthony Anthem
Podcaster, Adventurer, Dreamer and much more with stories that sometimes make sense and sometimes to be honest they don't?
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