At the age of sixteen realizing that everyone has a purpose
To either be "worth" or "worthless"
Ebb and flow between calm and the mess
Lawyer, Doctor, Janitor, Cook, Waitress
All occupations, but do they have a purpose?
Merely there to put some cash in your pocket
and make life go by faster
That's a disaster
My purpose is to steer clear
of this trouble and become a master
Mold my own life like a globe out of plaster
At the age of sixteen realizing that everyone has a purpose
"I am a junior in highschool who enjoys listening to ranges of music from Bob Marley to Mos Def. I adapt my poetry to fit aspects of my life and others, and for the most part make it relative to anyone who's willing to read it. I like to read and obtain knowledge so that I may question or agree with authority or the established system." Eric Ronco lives in Maine.
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