If I were to write a poem in blood.
For every time man has made a mistake.
No one in the world would bleed.
But 'tis how we learn.
Through trial and error.
It can be quiet the endeavor.
A wise man once told me, while up in a tree.
"The way man treats himself is plain INSANITY!"
I chuckled and joined him on his perch.
We sat the whole night, drving his neighboors berserk.
I remembered that man fondly, so I returned the next day.
To find that he had passed away.
Not only was I sad to know a person now dead.
But also at the loss of a friend.
I keep it all on a healthy level of insanity.
And I'm careful not to spread it...
Uh,to EVERYONE I meet.
 ArtVamp_Reject · Sat Aug 16, 2008 @ 01:58am · 5 Comments |
