I feel that throughout time there have been so many people that can sum up who they are and what they feel so poetically, even though a lot of them just say the same thing but in a different way. Since I feel I do not posess this gift, you can get to know me personally. So, I leave you now with images...and with this...
The nickle dropped
When I was on
My way beyond
The rubicon
What did I do
And of the games
That I can handle
None are ones
Worth a candle
What should I do
I'm a frightened, fickle person;
Fighting, crying, kicking, cursing
What can I do
Oh, after all
The folderon
And hauling over coals
Stops
What will I do
Can't take a good day
Without a bad one
Don't feel just to smile
Until I've had one
Where did I learn
I make a fuss
About a little thing
The rhyme is losing
To the riddling
Where's the turn
I don't want a home, I'd ruin that
Home is where my habits have a habitat
Why give it turn
Oh, after all
The folderon
And hauling over coals
Stops
What did I learn
I am likely to miss the main event
If I stop to cry or complain again
So I will keep a deliberate pace
Let the damned breeze dry my face
Oh, mister
Wait until you see
What I'm gonna be
I got a plan; a demand; and it just began
And if you're right, you'll agree...
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