I wonder some days....what my future will bring me? 
I walk everyday in a daze...thinking...I know somewhere else is better. 
  
I'm talked down to...this is no life for me. 
It nauseating. 
This feeling...the one that's derived deep inside.  
  
One day I'll be the bug...that crawls deep in you...the one that preaches      what you deeply practice. 
  
I say...." I'll be a LEGEND." 
One no one knew nothing about.  
  
Although I strike with such rhythmic technique...hidden tendency's... 
....perhaps a rough pliable exterior.. 
...I am content...sitting in a chair...writing this poem patiently... 
but 
TOMORROW....is the same, the one that repeats over and over and over again. 
  
I say to you....."will we ever really eat?" 
Taste the things that we desire...the things people diagnose as greed? 
  
  
  
I yearn for such things.... 
I hope one day...my life will mean something to you or another... 
because  
It's defined by these...poems, the ones that are distilled in a bottle.  
  
I can see myself one day...creating a universe, 
Sorry if I'm so self indulgent 
for 
my life consists of nothing but indulgence for thee....the one that would spit on me 
If they could, they would., 
  
I can't wait though....to be the one sitting, off my feet.....laughing... 
DO YOU SEE?  
I have all that I want, from just a pencil and paper. :)  
  
-Robbie Watson 11/7/2012 (7:32pm)