Old Poem...\n\nIT WAS HARD TO FOLLOW THE RUFFLED FEATHER IN THE WIND\nFROM THE COLD WOODEN BENCH GRAVED IN CONCRETE\nPLACED IN A LONELY ISLAND AROUND A SHALLOW POND\nI EVERYDAY RETURN TO AS A SPECIAL GLANCE OF YOUTH\nTHE DAYS SEEM LONGER WITH EVERY PASSIN MINUTE\nWATCHIN AS SECONDS PASS BY THINKIN FOR MY FINAL MOMENT\nSEE THE THINGS I THOUGHT THAT REALLY MATTERED\nWERE NOTHIN REAL AT ALL\nFOR EVERY MEMORY I CARRY HOLDS THE SOUL OF SO MUCH MORE I TOOK FOR GRANTED\nSEE IN WHAT IVE SEEN BEFORE BUT SOME HAVE NEVER KNOWN\nHEAR MUSIK TO HEAL MY PAIN AS SOME COULD NEVER FEEL\nTHE BEAUTY OF REGULAR PEOPLE IN ALL HUMAN NATURE\nWANDERIN AS I AM TO THEIR NEXT DESTINATION\nAN I THINK IF ITS ME TO BE APART OF ANY CROWD\nWITH STRANGERS WALKIN BY OR ONE TO SEE ME BUT I DONT NOTICE\nWERE ALL HERE TOGETHER FOR EXPERIENCIN LIFE\nGATHERIN OUR KNOWLEDGE AN MISTAKEN ILLUSIONS\nI WAKE TILL I SLEEP I DREAM TILL I CANT\nMY PASSIN WILL HAPPEN I DONT THINK OF WHERE WHERES OR WHYS\nTHE PLANETS WILL ROTATE STARS WILL STILL SHIMMER\nNATURE WILL FOREVER SHED HER EVERY FORM OF BEAUTY\nDREAMS WILL BE DREAMED THOUGHTS WILL BE THOUGHT\nTIME WILL FOREVER FLY THROUGH EVERY INCH OF AIR\nI WILL HAD A LIFE I LIVED EVEN AFTER I AM GONE After, alter, am, blog, gone, ii, poetry, vision