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"A Spectator"

Sometimes I wonder, about my hopes and dreams,
They are always changing, and so to me it seems,
That my time is waisted on a thought, or maybe even two,
When today I realize, the things that I will never do.

I wander through my life, a spectator, always by choice,
Canceling plans, switching lanes, and my tone of voice,
Today I am me, tomorrow a stranger in my very own eyes,
Never knowing how my thoughts, will end in compramise.

A plan well planned, or so it may have seemed at first,
The disappointments of today, and not my very worst,
There are many years to go, procrastinating my own pride,
With those many things, that I continually push to the side.

Oh,I really like the first stanza.
Well written.

Greetings~
Silke Lance

Hey Silk Lance, Thank You!!!!