The time began with depressed lonesome

My only friends were hateful children

Our satire made us smile

With every march and every mile

 

 

I thought I learned my final self

With the speed of my rebel tone

My anger never left me

Sadness always did prevent me

 

 

I flipped my solitude into rage

Instead of writing on a page

I attempted that at futile times

My focus missing with no precision

 

I never believed in self murder

A selfish theory

Nothing accomplished

Everyone diminished

 

As time passed by

A friend walked by

The invitation to a loving house

She sent it through a talking box

 

I accepted this strange request

From this girl’s mother did she ask

We talked like any other average friend

In the night did it end

 

Later did I choose to invite this girl

Many days and many nights

I saw her early mornings

When I slept, I ceased mourning

 

A young boy chose to escort her

Slightly offended I began to murmur

I continued to speak as nothing happened

Envy wrapped my swaddling heart

 

The biggest dance of all the year

I traveled with another girl

Only an acquaintance

I searched for the other being impatient

 

I laughed and talked with that first companion

Pressure filled my chest’s canyon

I requested another time

To see this girl again

 

I realize I desired her

More than the beat of the final drum

More than the whistle of the train

And more than the splashes of the rain

 

My schooling important

But unfocused was I constant

I uttered those last words to this woman

“I love you, but do you feel this too?”

 

With a smile and a “yes”

Did this story start

A long embrace and then a quick stride

We did walk to class with pride

 

I lost my hatred for this era

Warm and bright was her aura

I learned to read, write and speak

Better with this focused mind

 

I accepted my future and my fate

I did not fear what was approaching

Easily with this life of mine

I can fulfill that of divine