I am not here to compete with dead poets.
Or those with pseudo ambitions,
To foster claims this is what they do.
The pool of various depths,
Offers more than many will accept.
The view for them can be overwhelming.
One day they are going to need,
Updated and refreshened explanations.
With a new set of excuses,
For their misguided deeds.
Is everything done they do prefabricated?
Or is it just those things hidden,
Under secretive cover...
That are eventually discovered by others,
What is so funny?
'How small minds gather with other small minds,
To then associate with more smaller minds...
Who all find the time to belittle.'
Why are so many people today,
As if on a mission.
Crimson Is The Color.
I don't see it.'
Trusting in wishes to come true,
Is not the same as embracing a truth that exists.
A long time ago I discovered this.
I am going to give you what I've got.
Whether my choices made,
Are acceptable or not.
It 'use' to matter to me,
The days of the week.
How many hours I got of sleep.
My privacy and what I felt was discreet.