The Vault
Introduction
Welcome, you have found level 3 of The Vault, some of my poetry resides here. You'll find different poems for different moods, just look around. I write my poetry with my own preceptions of life, the interpretation of experence and the emotions behind them. Using my imagination as my canvas, I paint pictures with words and expand minds with ideas. Written in the winter of '96, I was contimplating on what I am to do next, how was I to "...get out of the rut and back into the groove...". As days go by, I find myself constantly lost in my exsistance. What exactly is my purpose? Where am I headed? Will the ironies of life lead my way or is it how I precive my exsistance? I guess I'll just have to remain lost. ...When I finally had all the answers, all the questions changed...
Lost
Sitting in the twilight of dawn,
the lights of the city growing dim,
I can loose myself up here,
in a place that doesn't exsist...
I was here only yesterday,
and already its changed,
my imagination leads,
to the mystical.
I'm lost in my shadows,
unknown and unseen,
I have so much to be,
yet still I'm lost,
maybe I'll find myself tomorrow...
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