I don’t like starting my poems with I.
It makes me feel… selfish.
I don’t want to be selfish.
I am concerned with the world and everyone in it.
I just can’t focus on anyone other than myself at this moment in my life.
Perhaps through helping others I will find myself?!
Possible indeed. Perhaps I should give it a try.
Sleep randomly,
Whenever I’m tired. Why no, right?!
Eat when you’re hungry, right?!
I spent so much of my youth bathing in the right side of my brain that just recently have been able to actually learn so many logical lessons, such as certain systems of mathematics and proper grammar and structure.
It has allowed me greater content, and that is by far more important than the know how; which is useless without the drive and/or passion. Right?! I hope so.
Although, it could simply be me lying to myself so I might feel better about my poor academic decisions of my youth.