I Am
By Tait at the Ink Spot
I am a train riding along the railroad,
I am always moving forward.
I am a softball being thrown in the air
and I am about to curve so the batter
will miss me, I have a way out of almost anything.
I am a basketball about to get shot,
I have potential.
I am a bird, I soar and fly through things.
I am a blank piece of white paper,
I am waiting for something to come around
and make me more interesting.
I am a train riding along the railroad,
I am always moving forward.