“Onwards”
March.25.08

My head aches as smoke curls around my lungs
Tightening and burning my throat along the journey
I can’t stand to be in this faraway place, I just have to know
to remember that everything happens for a reason and
if I die prematurely all has been spread out the way it should
Without my sole stability and I’m not sure where it all leaves me
I’ve never known this, and I can’t predict anything coming
I have no idea, too blind and stumbling down this corridors
I can hardly stand to take it all as
voices echo out and into this box, speaking creeping of me
The most interesting topic, I suppose I am and
I can’t stand to take the condescension, I’m “just that age”
They say it over and I swallow my pride, all to burst in and scream
as you roll within my mind relentless as the seas of my memories
So mysterious and made of all I cannot understand
Why do I behave this way? And finally I am somber enough to
look to what I have with joy and partial stubbornness to stop
letting it go. I will fight forever onwards