I often wondered, when I was a goth
(did we have that name back in '85?)
about the downward spiral of the world;
and contemplated shadows, where I thought
the secrets of the universe were kept.
From chiaroscuro, I firmly believed,
a balance quite long-lost could be restored.
But just how deep I thought, I question now;
it could be I was restless, young and bored
with trying to achieve so-called success,
and plotted revolutions in my mind
that would require no real degree of work.
With who I used to be, I'd like to share
a lesson learned from twenty shadowed years:
there are so many colors besides black;
the only limits are imagined ones.
05 AUG 2009
(did we have that name back in '85?)
about the downward spiral of the world;
and contemplated shadows, where I thought
the secrets of the universe were kept.
From chiaroscuro, I firmly believed,
a balance quite long-lost could be restored.
But just how deep I thought, I question now;
it could be I was restless, young and bored
with trying to achieve so-called success,
and plotted revolutions in my mind
that would require no real degree of work.
With who I used to be, I'd like to share
a lesson learned from twenty shadowed years:
there are so many colors besides black;
the only limits are imagined ones.
05 AUG 2009
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