megan watts - Imagination running wild

I sit here on my window sill
I’m looking out
But I look for so long
It turns into staring
Iv lost count of how many times iv blinked
I just sit here staring
Now I start to think
Think about what my life will be like
I wonder will I have fame and fortune
Or will I have nothing
Is there a long bright road ahead
Or is there a bleak dead end
I don’t know I cant tell
I would love to live in America
With a house as big as a palace
With fields that go on longer then the eye can see
Filled with horses, pony’s and stallions
Or will time just pass me by
And I’ll still be sitting rite here
On my window sill staring.

megan watts

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