Poem: Unsure

A small town where everybody knows you, but you do not know.

Families are growing, and most of them never leave home.

This is all you know, and that is fine.

You look into eh clouds hoping one day it may rain and open your eyes.

Your eyes never change, the vison only becomes less clear.

This is your world, the one you love dear.

Then one day the cloud’s part, and somethings starts becoming clearer.

Should you run to it or be afraid of the storm.

The clouds never lie, but when they become clear listen for the storm they bring.

The world is open, as you can see.

Take this adventure, and you may land on your feet.

There is more there than the eyes can see.

Listen to your heart and follow the breeze.

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