I rant, I rave wondering what I am supposed to say when all of the words that I seek do not come my way.

This tirade

Of seemingly useless thought (when I know that I ought) to just go with the proverbial flow.

I have so much that I want to share, to say, to live my life without cause for remorse, on this coarse existence

That I am living. What will be left of me when all of this ends?

Where will I once again begin to begin.

I rant and rave, just think of the time that I save. This was not written for me, only for obscurity.

02/22/2007

Author's Note: The spell check says it's complete.....

Posted on 02/22/2007
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