figure it

A cough racks my throat
phlegm going neither in nor out
waiting for sleep to come
for dreams to caress
for burdens to lay down
but she eludes me,the temptress
kisses me with a yawn
then brushes me aside with a song

songs...the ipod plays on
artists chosen ,tracks played
id rather music than nothingness
emotion rather than a void
life to indifference

indifference....unable to look forward
what will tomorrow be
but what these 2 months have been
what for that matter
will the two months ahead be
now thats a thought to ponder
fills me with joy and wonder

fluctuating moods changing emotions
tats what youd call adolescence
well im 18 now
right at the fag end of it
noting each thought every mood
trying not to be a moralist or prude

this may be a sick kid's rabid scream
or a young mans wandering dreams
but the blog is mine and shall be mine
and i decide to post this time
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