I believe it is my duty to write about <br />What this silly mind comes up with <br />It is a record of a human life <br />Though my life may be more under scored <br />Than somebody else's <br />I like it that way <br />I'm just a man that pilots his eyes <br />To beautiful things of my interest <br />They are mostly dark haired <br />Or their engine roars <br />Like thunderous desert clouds <br />Sometimes it grows from the ground <br />Formed shaped and molded by entropy <br />There is no formal code of consistency <br />But that is what I enjoy <br />Things that are the same are boring <br />And uneventful <br />The first might have caught my eye <br />But the second, third, and fourth <br />Draw little interest <br />Things that are the same have a disease <br />Cause once spontaneity <br />Can no longer be established <br />Life becomes less like my dreams <br />And I like my dreams<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-of-spontaneity/
