Ramble.

My life is a whirlwind of colors
Sewed together by fragile threads
One snip and the perfectly designed fabrics uncover
everything.

Reading and Schooling are my life
I don't really do anything else
Entering a new world
made from the folds of imagination
an imagination of a stranger

Imagine walking through a door
then being met by two more
Which do you go through?
The left or the right?
Taking chances isn't something I've been known to do
I asked this question to my mother
and she said she'd go left...
for most likely the person who created the doors
had an evil side
and placed the dangerous thing on the 'right' path.

I ask myself this question
and I realize that I have the perfect answer.
I'd first go back through the door
from which I entered
and then take maybe twenty years or so
designing a time machine.

After those laborious years I'd go back through the door
and recite a child-hood poem
My mother punch your mother in the mouth
What color was the blood?
Left.
So i go through and explore,
when I get bored or danger appears I'd use my time machine,
go back in time
and force myself to go through the right door.

See, Taking Chances aren't something I like to do.
I like to be in control of Destiny,
no chance of a Paradox
So when my teacher asked me what my passion was..
I couldn't answer.
Since my life revolves around fantasy and fiction

To have a reality
I'd have to know what reality is,
and I've never been fond of reality,
so I shelter myself
and create a web of magical beings
things of my own invention

See, Essay writing, and poetry.
Those are pretty easy,
as long as I have a bit of rope...
a way to turn it all around and create something new.
but still stay on the topic at hand.

My mind isn't boring and plain
with everything laid out for display
There are twirls and hidden passageways
to my most hidden secrets,
I mean, you never know who's a telepath these days...

So when I had to write a creative piece about my passion.
I had to make something up,
something that showed the real me...
the one who was overly excited about Essays...
so I can show off my intelligence..
and the one who dreads writing on topic...
since i tend to ramble in real life...

And that brings me back to my main point..
what's real life?
No one can tell...
if this is real or fake?
and I know your moaning or groaning
about how insane I must sound...
But the point is, that’s my passion..
Rambling...If confuses people..
It makes me feel less inferior.
It makes me feel real.

by Morbidobsession
posted on 12/15/2007