******* these ******* words these ******* words are all I have what? letters on a page, not even a real page anymore, you've made sure of that always accessible and easier to be online with things digital and cold
What did I think talking could change I preach the power of words and let them fall short stumble over each other in a race to get out of my throat
We'll change the world, sure think of a way to do that tomorrow could I get back to you then I don't want to think about the process let's please focus on The end result that might not happen but who cares, what is happening really and what is For that matter we all could be ants I'd really like to go to Mars and discover how we began the Human mind why would we want to learn about that it's not like we'll live forever let's just make ourselves Happy so we don't have to plan for the future and then we can go drift like seaweed, forever free and Weightless
Crazy talk.
Blasted folklore. Blasted rock. Blasted candles. ganged up and blasted me.
this is my last poem on this subject. I'm sorry if I am boring you guys.