Sunday, March 8, 2009


Here, have a seat, listen, can you hear it?


Winds of whisper, raindrops of glister

Covering the view of the seemingly true


You’re sitting on your chair shaking in despair

Because you can’t really see through you




Relative views from last year’s class sections



Chances lost, gone through like glances

Dancing in your mind in beats relentless

Entrapping you in the past

Withholding dawn from dusk

Rending you senseless




New clothes, stocks, and granite made mansions

Crafted from the minds of imaginative actors

Who impersonate gracious contractors


Those actors…I envy them I do. You see I’m like you

And I’m positive that what I say is true.

But wait…I am… you.



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