Note: As a bit of a warning before we begin, this chapter is more of a poem than a story, but it's just something to blow off steam. Enjoy!
Chapter 96: Thoughts of A Young Man
In the morning, I feel mad,
In the afternoon, I feel like I'm on fire,
At dawn, I feel glad,
And at night, I feel tired.
Each day, I go to College to get an education,
On the weekends, however, I stay home,
Then, on Monday, I must go back to civilization,
Why can't I be made of chrome?
The world can be quite ugly,
However, you can find beauty in it,
And, to put it, simply,
The world is where we all fit.
I cannot say the same for the wicked,
They are not pure of heart,
Eyes full of thoughts that are wretched,
They have been dark since the start.
It's better to ignore people who are wrong,
Shaking off their harsh, awful words,
We can all create a beautiful song,
Just by avoiding evil and listening to the birds.
I prefer to talk with my friends,
Finding them comfortable to be around,
Just do that to focus on your own ends,
You'll be safe and sound.
I prefer to listen to punk, soul, metal and progressive,
Not liking the music of today,
Music from this era feels rather oppressive,
As the media's occasional censorship is not okay.
I wish I could talk some more,
I really want to say it ain't so,
But I've said more than I could before,
It's time for me to go.
Note: I'm not a perfect poet, but who is? After all, how can the poets of today match up to the likes of William Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson and Henry David Thoreau? Then again, we've all got something to say, and poetry is a good way to show that. Who knows? Someone might write an inspirational poem this decade. Until next time guys, this is Newcomer24, signing off. Peace!
