Tribute to Posers.

As I write these words,

As I ruin this paper,

I feel lost in a sea of adjectives.

So many words,

 So little space

To tell all of who I am.

Could anyone, really,

Tell who they were

In a few lines or verses?

To declare this to the world,

To pour out my soul to thousands,

Would tear down the foundation

Of my sturdy life:

Originality.

Forcing two or three adjectives on me

Is like allowing a tiger but two or three stripes:

Impossible.

So the next time you are asked

Who you are,

Remember my words

And respond with pride:

“Myself.”

But would you be telling the truth?

June 22, 2009. Uncategorized.