I make my bed

[Spawn]

I pick up my stuff, and throw it on my shoulder
Ready for a long journey, with many twists and turns
I look behind me and see my home
Then I look in front of me and see the open road.

I don't know where I'm going
I only know where I've been
I'm going on an endless journey
To find home

I make my bed
With the stars above my head
And I dream of a place to call home

On my journey, I meet all kinds of people
Some make me cry
Some make me hold my hand up in joy

I learn all kinds of things
I gain so much
Yet I'll always be young

Now I'm nearing the end
I've found the end
But its start to change
The end becomes a beggining

So I make my bed with the stars above my head
And dream of a place to call my own

[Ceri]

Wow! I love this poem! Its easy to relate to and its fantastically written! Nice one!

[Spawn]

Thank you

[trugamer]

Welldone! not much of a poet but still, it's always nice to have somebody patting you on the back.