A/N: This is another of the five stories I am being made to write in order to become a Beta Reader, don't take this seriously, I love reading and editing things but I do not have one creative bone in my body.
BPOV
One day I will travel to the land of kings
And learn about the burnt gold pages
Of gods and queens whose writing sings
And one day make a note to the ages
Then off to the city of buildings and lights
The ground where the Yankees lay
I look around to see the sights
I've found my Independence Day
Now for the drum that beats its best
Thousands of times a minute
To find that someone to soothe my chest
And entwine their heart within it
My soul will then make many journeys
For a year or maybe two
To expand my knowledge and my learning's
And have some fun for a few
From Greece and Spain
My eyes will widen, seeing the shades of night
Then off I will go to Utopia lane
Where I will spend the rest of my life