At one time in my life. I thought I knew who I was. I thought that a month ago. But now? I'm not sure anymore. Who am I? What do I have to contribute the world. What am I? I know I have to seach myself for these answers. And I know that they won't come over night. But less then a year ago, I knew who I was. Not anymore. I have changed. For better or for worse I don't know, hell you might not even be able to change in a bad way. Just evolve into something else. Something more, weather or not you have lost a part of yourself or gained something. I guess I am going to have to find out. I hope I like the outcome.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
About Me
- Name: Poetic_bum
- Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Why look here to find my answers, When all you have to do is be a little dancer, A dancer of words, a dancer or questions, Ask me your riddles, and speak your traps, And see that there is little that you can't wrap. Wrap around your finger, or even your toe, Words are ones way to distiquish and see to whom they are below. But be forwarned, what you see here may and may not be, For even phrazes and words, fool the likes of me. Come now I can't wait, Will you come right out and ask? Or will you use your Cleaverness as a bait? Oh how will you accomplish this task?
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