Here i sit within my head, and think of things that could have been.
Oh, but if the world could change, switched up and rearrange.
What would my eyes behold, what stories yet untold.
Where might my feet thus travel, new puzzled yet unravelled.
How i dearly wish this so, for new places yet to go.
The things i'd give to see this be, that i might feel a little free.
I cannot myself deceive, these dreams are merely make believe.
So i'll for now lay here at time slips away, but dammit i'll see this world some bloody day.


Mwahaha.. did i ever mention i like to write shitty little singsong rhymey poems.. about little more then nothing.. and whatever thus be bouncing about me bloody odd brain pan.