I have to believe these useless words I write are a passage aimlessly pointed towards success....
That the repulsive looks are destined for the past only to replay the taste of bitter judgement....
Wilting sunlight dances across my desk as my words always head for darkness.....
Learned behaviors are just the starting point towards greatness.....
My lust for popularity is gonna be just a checkpoint on the way to my love of written word....
As I look back at the life i left to the fruits of my craft I realize....
Only I appreciate where I am and where Ive been...
And I neither care or hope to make you understand my poetry.....