What is my path? For I do not know what things will last or how I will grow. Uncertainty makes me nervous I dwell about my purpose. I feel stagnant depression starts to surface. But why do my thoughts control my mind? Im still so young, I have so much time. I want to move so fast I never realize how much time has passed until i sit and relax. But isn't that how it goes? The older you get the faster things go? I guess one day, i will know.
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 