Thoughts
Oh weary wildcat from way out yonder. Only living just to ponder if thou art thine athletic wonder. Sad and lonely he sits and ponders thinking, thinking. Thinking about his so called "friends." Thinking about his status quo. Thinking about the one thing missing. Thinking about his missing girl. His depression lingers longer, getting stronger, oh so stronger. Constant, growing. Continuously flowing. Near the point of breaking it seems the world is shaking. Thoughts of his one true love. Her name is like a ballerina's dance her name is Gabriella.