Transpired

My poem on my future.

Transpired

To figure out
that is the question
Unaware of what is to come about
Only picturing the brightest of day’s
ahead, a future that is to aspire,
but it is to find what my next move will be
I must transpire my next move carefully.

Reviews

[Hatchling]

Nicely written! I love the flow of this. Keep up the great work