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27

27, my age of imperfection
aged cheese with all the holes thru it
Ha I laugh in realization that this is true
I have seen many of scenes
I have came across many misfortunes

Spirals to catch all my un-glamorous trips
Writing nights until bones in my fingers ache
Speaking on things I couldn't speak to Mom or Dad about
Mom and dad had a life too
Family Photo only one I recall.

When I was young girl my friends were my parents
They were my guide to life
Sisterhood of the traveling pants

On the road of not knowing but on the dream boat consistently floating
Days I drift wonder where exactly this road and that road will lead me to
Others have a dream for me but what's a dream lacking passion?
Just a job. A person. A nothing.

27 realizing so many different things.
Looking at things that at 17 wouldn't have caught my attention.
Actions are different from then to now
Learning that knowing makes all the difference
Instead of ask, find out
Taking risks all apart of the fun
Taking risks and teaching yourself the lesson
No one but you clearly can walk in your shoes
Only 27 once
golden age where all things seem to click
age where all was blurry is viewed thru a visible lens