Here is a treat for you all. In high school I wrote a lot of poetry and I happen to stumble upon the book where I wrote down all my thoughts and things of such nature. So I thought you would all enjoy to atleast get a taste of what I was thinking when I was in high school, granted it was 4 years ago....
What do I want?
I want to be a mystery, yet be unknown
I want to be together, yet alone
Is it too much to ask, to be famous yet
unknown?
To be a wanderer, yet have a home?
My insecurity makes me sick,
Yet my confidence makes me thick
Can I be harmless, yet grip the stick,
Be completely smooth, yet have a nick?
Can I live in a lie, yet be true
Can I be unique, yet so like you?
Have no control, yet know what to do?
Can I be ugly, yet beautiful too?
Answer me, I need your help.
Can you help me or someone else?
I need your help, can't you see,
Are you even listening to me?
So yeah I hope you guys enjoyed that. Maybe I will share some more with you. Wow it's intersting how once you think in rhyme you start talking in the meter of your own thoughts. It gets me thinking about music and it relationships with life. That's probably tooooo deep to even discuss. I guess there are just some things that must be kept.
Ohh yeah, bush sucks. |