12/2/2009 -

Amidst the hurried natures of the present day,

and my feeble scurried attempt to capitalize on the frivolty of youth,

i fear the days escape me,

but my conscience does not.

i long the day i burn with bliss in reality,

where the feeling sensuates through insatiable in every sense of the word,

but alas its replaced by sought pockets of bliss and desperation,

one of mainstream adrenaline and addiction.

and i know i cant find my pot at the end of the rainbow,

but yet its my only source out of the doldrums,

who knows anyone who can prove me wrong?

what i hope is for is what i wished for to put that right.

possible is only plausible and is as possible as the impossibility of the outcome,

but can you force a right from a wrong,

or similarly prevent a wrong from a right?

does action need to influence destiny or does predestination determinate fate?

age has crept slowly into my radar of concern,

my innocence of youth ridiculed by storied forms of legislation,

and many a failed executions.

A time must come or my time will run.

and the autumn leaves will fall another year,

and winter will set in once more,

i hope my life will change though,

for better or for worse a mercurial sophomore.