Oh Dear Confusion
How I love your wily ways
You serenade me with your haunting melodies
And entrance me with your graceful movements
Until I'm so deep in your waters
That I don't even realize it
I lash out at my surroundings
Hoping to regain my sense of balance
But I'm cursed to float aimlessly
In this sea
Until I lose my breath
And I am overcome.
Snaps, anyone? Snaps for Colton?
(Sorry Charlie! Sometimes, when you're awake at 3:30, ((Who does that, by the way?!? 3:30? Am I mentally insane?? This blog would have me believe that I am...)) you get hit by inspiration. It was almost as real as a sack of cinder blocks. Except that if it was, I'd probably be unconscious on the floor of my room right now ((Who would even be able to lift that? A sack of cinder blocks? Really? Maybe I am insane...)) with severe bruising, and maybe even a broken bone or two... Anywho, I started adding on more to that poem, but it began to feel... Manufactured. It wasn't as real when I started trying to perfect it. ((Pronounced per - 'FECT. I wasn't trying to perfect it. Wow. That made next to no sense... GOOD.)) I decided to leave it rather raw, and written more or less the way I jotted it down the first time. I was going to add one more line, and punctuation, and...)
Wait. I just realized. You, the reader, don't care. At all. My sincerest apologies. If you read this far... Look at the side bar. See where it says "Knights of the Insane Table"? Yeah. You deserve to be right there. Because you're insane. And you just read my rant. And it wasn't even addressed to you. Good job. Click the link that says "Follow this blog" and become one of us. Conform. All your friends are doing it.