The plan was to flit haphazard. Directionless. <br /> <br />I land in a confined space for one moment and <br />Before I know it you are picking out colours. <br />I promised myself this would never be me <br />But now at night, I dream of the day I plundered <br />- Unaltered. <br />I don’t regret how familiar things are becoming. <br />I just smile at things identical to things <br />That went before them. <br />The most I do is criss-cross the comfortable columns.<br /><br />Laoibhse Ni Canain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/studying-law-and-being-in-love/
