"I am not of worth."
"I am not revered."
being talentless
is what i've always feared
"This boy
craving release of cluttered thoughts
puts pen to paper
but repeatedly jets out
uncreative inkblots."
I am silhouetted by the face of laughter and joy
all cavorted actions are just a decoy
what i'm thinking is I have no reason
everyone just seems so far
why am I here?
whatever you are.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
"I am not of worth."
"I am not revered."
being talentless
is what i've always feared
"This boy
craving release of cluttered thoughts
puts pen to paper
but repeatedly jets out
uncreative inkblots."
I am silhouetted by the face of laughter and joy
all cavorted actions are just a decoy
what i'm thinking is I have no reason
everyone just seems so far
why am I here?
whatever you are.
original poem by Sam Martin
"no one i think is in my tree." -John Lennon