The Book of How it Should Have Been I. Sitting, reading, discovering things I never knew could be, only dreamed of lonely on cold winter Nights. The World is out there, I discovered, and I can conquer it! All I need are my thoughts, my dreams, My big ideas of how to do things. So I dreamed, I thought, I planned, all on the same nights, Once lonely, now filled with possibilities, warm ideas, and plans. Finally, the world was ready for me. I set out, just me and my big ideas, plans, and Reality be damned! II. How quickly did it all fall apart! Circumstance, fate, destiny, or chance intervened. Not destroying, but putting on hold while I made one more discovery: I had been reading not The Book of How Things Will be, I had been reading a book that I had wrote myself: The Book of How it Should Have Been. III. The Book of How it Should have been. A book I had written for myself, to convince myself that this is How things should be, this is How things will be. All wrong. IV. So now I am left, A victim of my own making, drifting from thought to thought, place to place, dream to dream, Feeling to feeling. A victim of my own making, But not my own fault. The fault is not in ourselves, But in our stars, Not in our stars, but in ourselves, or rather some strange mixture of The Book of How Things Will Be, and The Book of How It Should Have Been. -Written in late 1996, best as I can tell. Bonus haiku! This poem is not all that original but it is a real haiku.
Thou mayest leave a message here which will get to the lord of this realm, via e-mail. You get an odd thought as you stand here: "This is all somehow related to or provided by Geocities."