Do Not Know Where I Am Going
We drive around in a fancy car where are we going. Don’t worry it’s not very far we
drive and drive I don’t car I feel so alive. After the drive we finely arrive at the airport
where we will catch a plane in a short. On the plane everything looked the same I will
be glade when I get off this plane. Then maybe I will know where I am going and it will
not drive me insane. We go and go we never stop if I do not get off this plane soon I
will pop. Stop silly we are going home where we can forever Rome.
Copyright © Craig Schaber | Year Posted 2011
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