In this room rests empty walls.
On these empty walls are opportunities.
Wanderlust thoughts drift in and out,
Waiting for a moment to shine and express themselves.
In this room lies a slumbering muse.
For ideas to be more than a dream.
YOU ARE READING
Drifting | Poetry Collection
PoetryA random collection of old and new poetry, I randomly assigned the chapters so some poems might be from my elementary-junior high school years and some might be from my senior high-currently.
