Friday, February 26, 2010


This is me
For you
Laid upon these pages
An open book
A schedule of events
Statistics, general information
And emotions
That have come to pass.
Unable to predict the future
I grasp this tablet like a saving sword
And piece together the words to convey
Who I am at this particular moment
Hoping that someday
They will all understand my plight
And the paths I chose
As I had not an atlas to guide me
On decisions of the heart
All I could do was follow the beating
That led me on a magical tour
That I would never trade
For all the worlds wealth
For it was in these mistakes, trials and
Tribulations that I came to be
And for that, I shall never apologize.

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