Drifting through the moments,
always consumed within...
There is something growing,
In my chest...
The man in the mirror peers out at the world as if...
another person oh, the reflection is mine...
Surely knowledge is knowledge,
no matter how that knowledge is acquired...
Everything was fine the night before
you turned on a movie for us to watch...
Mind totally set.
Loaded, barrel spun, mouth wide...
Early morning yawns and stretches her arms,
groaning as the realization of a new day dawns on...
* second part to quite an old poem *
There's a girl in my class...
A whistle stop
for the roadside...
I guess I'm petty now
What I say is distorted by jealousy...
I was going to be, so much more...
A little miss goody two shoes...
Of all the priceless gifts
this world has offered me...