Freeform 201

Aint done free form, thoughtless writing in a long time. Be forewarned, whatever comes next is completely spontaneous.


Glad hand clasped in a contened nook;
and the records show what we gave, not what we've took.

I laugh and sing with me of past
and remember how I once thought childhood would 'ere last.

Im a sadder man, but wiser too
And whos too say whether more or less a fool.

Smoking death and steaming rain,
Headlights flash and I can't help but revel in the pain.


I don't know what that means, don't know what this means. I can sense its something important, but im unmoved by myself. Thats something quite ordinary in fact, my utter deadpan expression and expectations when it comes to myself.


If I've done, or do something wrong-please tell me. If I say or said something stupid- please educate me. I am naught but an ignorant oaf and should no one learn me the ways of love and life, I shall remain such.


Okay, im done... Enough of that.