I have always lied to tell the truth. I play games so that others may win. Everything matters so much that I don't care about it. If I think enough I'll forget everything. I am the King of Shadows important only to the beings who exist in silence and dust. I turn to stone if I sit still to find myself in a tranquil garden of such beauty with colors that possess a vibrancy that has never been seen. I feel emotions through time those that no human can feel. I fall through the comfortable, red-black safety into the clarity of the vast depths of the dark blue. My body is made perfect as I succumb and my mind awakes. I watch as the violin's music condenses into love before my eyes the deep, sonorous chord tears the poison from my mind. I feel the light blue surges of life in my veins when I am alone. I sit with mountains until we are one. My eyes can never become unclean my soul is blemishless. There is quiet wonder in Life the love in her eyes is so evident her smile so tender so quiet. This shall be where I lay my head this is the reality I choose.
This is the English version of a poem I wrote for my French Composition class in the Winter '10 semester at Grand Valley.