Poem

I got bored, so I decided to write a poem. Hey, it can't be any worse than me singing "Fake Plastic Trees" way off pitch... some of you have been lucky enough NOT to hear that...

"The Lonely Firsts"

Lonely is the first flower to blossom

In the cold frozen field when the spring thaw is young

Lonely is the first ray of sun

To dare to penetrate the grim cloak of the dark

Leaving the world in awe

Lonely is the first denizen

To explore beyond the membrane of society’s collective mind

Lonely is the first soldier

To rise from the ashes of war and find…

Find what?

There, my lonely readers,

Is the reason

The first are always the pioneers

Seeking, peeking, searching,

For the future,

For it is they who pave the way for others.

I would rather be a first lonely, than a last. 

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