Alright, I never claimed to be a poet. I was just trying to write a counter-point article on Imajinit's psychology post, and everything that came out contradicted itself. (This doesn't mean you've won Michael.) Anywho, I promise I'll never write poetry again, but I dedicate this to anyone who's ever left a comment on my blog. Please don't be harsh, this is like the 2nd (and probably the last) poem I'll ever write.
Take nothing I say as absolute truth
About myself or my position
I'm a person without an identity
A gun with no ammunition
I appreciate your company
You've been so warm and kind
But please don't say you know me yet
I'm impossible to find
It's not that I think you'd reject me
If you found my definition
It's that I don't even know it yet;
I'm afraid I'd hate it with a passion
So if I contradict myself
Just nod your head and smile
I haven't been coherant in
Well...it's been a while