Wayside

• Ariella Weeks, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2018

Puff of smoke floating across the ember
Questions chasing across my mind
This is my chance to become a member
My mind is non-aligned

I know that if I take it
My thoughtless mind will come awake
But my life would become a lifeless pit
My hands begin to shake

Maybe just one try
People will then know my name
But my mind would just be a wondering fly
Oh but I really want that fame

I’d be living a life without any borders
I don’t wanna cut any corners