Apr 17
I am the freak of nature
That nurture has shaped oblong.
I am the sum of high ideals
That turned out to all be wrong.
The sole of a shoe never worn,
But cast onto the midden heap.
Covered in filth it never trod upon
Receiving yields it did not reap.
And I have learned to be patient with death,
With its anticipation,
And with its effects.
That nurture has shaped oblong.
I am the sum of high ideals
That turned out to all be wrong.
The sole of a shoe never worn,
But cast onto the midden heap.
Covered in filth it never trod upon
Receiving yields it did not reap.
And I have learned to be patient with death,
With its anticipation,
And with its effects.
Very recent, just from earlier this month. Covers two things, really, that are very essential to who I am as a a person in the world.
