Could you forgive
Me for all I did...

This one goes out to all of those
Whom I always decided and chose...

I remember
One day long ago...

Does it seem fair
That I am just born...

As I talk to my past life
Slowly I fill with strife...

I sit here and wait
For inspiration to come...

Just trying to stay young in a world grown old
Having been told, being constantly cajoled...

Now I have written
Fifty poems...

The sweet smells
The comfort...

Skip, run Flash
Off don't hit me...

What do you do,
When you have no where to go...

Meet me there
I don't care where...