I found a web site to post my things
to show me freedom and give me wings,
as I typed away all my life
I soon realized I was full of strife.
I had no idea on how to make my space ''cool''
I sat in my chair starring at the screen like a fool
pressing every link to a new site
not knowing if what I was doing was right.
I asked a friend for some help
As I let out a frustrating yelp.
I want my space to be neat
I want it fun and complete!
But the longer it took to organize every bit
the less I wanted to look at it.
I got tired at starring
at the dull backround my space was wearing
I had posted pictures, music and much more
but looking at my space I started to feal bored...
I guess these type of things just arent for me
Ill have more luck if other spaces Id choose to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem