Youthful.
Gullible.  
Happy just to be ......
Still .....
I knew ...
what or who
I would come to be
And what will I do .....?
Oh so many fellow
Lost during those inquisitionals....
Force to choose without choice ....
Poor souls.    
Still haunted by my voice
For I to withstood  the dismal trials a time or two.  
Undaunted .... I met them head to head ......
With ambivalent ambiguity
And unapologetic apathy......
Untouchable I simply knew ..  
Of what who or do .....
I didn't care .........
I did know where
I not just wanted to be
It was more than the sum of all parts .. .


affinities we find ,
pleasures
Vamped selected from feelings
Treasured memories
We keep for clarity
Condense into themes
Give us justification
For trading our life away.....
And those days when
Do or die you do for too many days psychee in mame and destroy without mercy because
They use me and then push me and then manipulate and humiliate 1509 miles an hour laughing hysterically in a winebego bout to smash hilarileoylusly into fate......
Woe. Woe Woe.......
Before we get that aggressive
We have a collection of these
"Set aside pleasantries"
And awhhhhh drift off into daydreams .... ..
Happy to have these ......they should be
Unfortunately "they "alow you "these "
Because daydreams it would seem are like promises
Remain
....in the state they are created ....
I know I hate it too.
So back to the subject at hand


Do you wanna know where I was  to be .....my will desire ,want ,need ,will, longing yearning...my obsession ....
Prime directive my all my everything my destiny.........
It shall be revealed in part  to
And FYI....
It has not changed
But it has been ........