I was in my room studying.
As I read over the text,
I threw down my books in disgust.
What more had they to offer me,
More practical knowledge?
What need have I for such?
I had already attained enough to sustain myself.
Nothing left to learn interests me,
My wit being keen on its own.
Alas, knowledge I seek
Cannot be found in such books,
Not even the good book itself.
Answers; to question that have
Plagued me all my life.
Who am I,
Where am I going,
What is my purpose?
I must know!
The one book that might enlighten me
Is always beyond my grasp.
That unwritten tome,
The unpublished novel,
The future…
Current Residence: the middle of no where(Kentucky) Favourite genre of music: whatever holds my attention MP3 player of choice: Argh; it doesn't work! Favourite cartoon character: Just one? Personal Quote: A house is only as strong as its base, but a leaky roof and crooked teirs isn't helping things.