Monday, November 2, 2009

soggy leaves compose this typical college monday

Here in the silence of noise my thoughts unravel from today.
Do I appear to be something I am not in order to fill my proper image in others' minds?
Am I simply emulating what I see in those I strive to mirror?
Do my intentions become interrupted by my interior?
Then do my actions show my true self?
Do my desires boil over to action, or do I sit aimlessly without drive?
When does it end? When will I realize time scatters like thoughts as I walk home? These thoughts never encounter reality, but rather exist in a fleeting moment--gone with the leaves.

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