maps as metaphors

My couch is plain, soft and comfortable
The school is a mountain, tall and big
My dreams are a valley it goes on but has an end
The hopes of mine are a river wide and never ending
My fears are a volcano trying to explode every time
The books that I’m reading are oasis some are good, and some are bad
My works are an island only I can show it to people
The peninsula is my secret it is surrounded with protections
My family is a forest we help each other all the time
The lake is my goal goes all the wat but changes all the time
My homework is a dessert hard and terrible
The coast is my vacation hot and warm
My health is the ocean important and massive
The cliff is my worries very dangerous
My friends are the pathway always there but changes
The road is my friend ship always there, but you might not have it then

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