Stream of Consciousness
i thought id throw some poems in here from time to time.
Adam calls this one "Greener Island"
Longingly gazing at Greener Island
Toiling hard to build my boat
Skin burning hot as i battle the sun
Breaking my back to sail my ship
Waking early in my youthful years
Drivin on by my wrestless will
Not allowing myself time for rest
My eyes set on going to Greener Island
With great care I cristen my craft
Spending much time to check the ship
My ship appears in good order
Gleafully i set sail to conquer the sea
Yards from land i signal the shore
I scream and wave with no one near
Hours spent lost to the tide
Now I drift.