Well, I'm not much on formal words but words you never seem to use, for all the words are letters confused like zebra stripes and probably you, for reading words with letters few, it numbs the mind into a zoo, where captured words, both new and old are left alone, untold, unsaid, unBOLDened, rapping at the bars that hold them, like a man on a leash teaching a dog to speak, but bark is all that's spewed.


Ok, seriously, I'm a 22 year old college student, worker ant, lover of one and loved by many, and like the wind, I come and go without pride and without want, just a loner with smile wandering around a locked, crowded room. If you haven't figured it out yet, I LOVE writing, with music in affair (don't tell writing though, she'll block me). I find myself just keepin' on keepin' on, as some people say, and honestly, it's the best way to live. Since I hate talking about myself directly, let's let my work, as below so above and beyond, give you peeks into me, or who I want you to believe me to be, hee hee.


Myrmidon
22 and never sober
my exaggerations are over
used and useless
loved and foolish
the education of none
is but learning undone
and yet the spiral spins
again, twisting, turning -
The metamorphosis of man
And god where noone spans
The test of time, the circle
Broken, pasts receeding,
Bleeding, reeling, feeling now
Forever more I sit and wonder
Staring at the brilliant sun,
For all I know and all I see
Are all my life will never be.