As I traveled the road,
I was met with many obstacles,
But with each and every load,
I unfurled my tentacles.
In every single event,
There was an explanation behind it,
But now I cannot rent,
Even a bit of it.
Logically I deduce,
That this happened for that,
And that the load didn't reduce,
For this reason or that.
But now, it seems I can't,
Find an explanation at all,
For this, odd new slant,
And after all there is no where to fall.
So I must learn to float,
And realize the absence of logic.
So, I'll construct a boat,
And work a little magic.
And one day I'll tell you,
That I love you.
Why? I don't know,
But I won't be ruled by woe!
View User's Journal
The Hobo Tales # 2
I think this thing now consists of mostly poetry and song lyrics. Enjoy anyway.
 |
Signatures are for squares.