I have to laugh sometimes
at the idiotic nature of
my life in this world.
Why do you ask I laugh?

It is simple because I
am a paradox amongst myself.
I remember walking the halls
of my years with books of
knowledge under my arms.

I remember dreading the
ideas of each day,
and I could not wait till
I left these old halls.

As I look back at
the past I miss them dearly,
from when I walked with books.
I remember the cold winds,
and I miss seeing my breathe.

I remember when I was in
another time and yet
I consider those years
the best time of my life.

The irony is the more
I wanted it to be gone and
done with my life the
more I will regret feeling
the way I was at that time.

Maybe I am doomed in a circle
of nostalgia and remorse.
Or maybe I am a mystery unto
myself.

09/02/2003

Posted on 09/02/2003
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