a means to an end
I mean for it to end
it is gone
I am better
sometimes it is shown
but I am slightly tethered
I am worn out
from what, I do not know
my mind wonders about
my dreams are dashed and thrown
if it stays there will be no more
I mean of me, for this I can swear
washed upon the shore
my dreams, yes, my dreams
who cares really, who cares?
'tis a question I ask in all seriousness
beams of light try and reach
but I am dreary
lying on the beach
there, simply there, lying on the beach
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Life experienced is wisdom, there is no simple growing up. It is more of living your life, make your own mistakes, learning from them, and move on. Thanks for sharing the poem.