I bought a book,
A book of lists,
Lists to make,
For the future.
Like:
What would you
Have achieved
In 5 years?
Like:
What strange spot
Would you have
Slept over?
Like:
Which of friends
Do you think
Would still be there?
I thought that
It’d be easy;
I’m the easiest
To be fooled.
I think not,
That I’m lost
For ideas,
I have a lot.
Alas I’m
Just a girl
Who feels just
Like a human.