Hmm, obviously I don't have time to be updating my blog. Everybody in my classes are also going on the Mesoamerica Tour. So far we are all just "acquaintances" with each other but I'm sure that will change once we have time to talk instead of doing so much homework. I love the subjects we are learning and I think we have some of the best teachers (I'm taking English: Introduction to Literature, and Field Biology (more like study of ecology)). I miss having people I'm familiar with here with me: Jo, Angela, Sven, Mary, etc.
Well, here is a poem I wrote a long time ago. I will probably be embarrassing myself by putting this on the Internet, but it's interesting to see a struggle I was thinking of three years ago...(I just learned in class that this is a Sonnet - 14 line poem :)
Outside is my life
Outside is my reason
This place I am in is mine no more
They see me as a wanderer; a floater
I am a man of direction; of steady perseverance
I cannot feel free when I lie to myself
The judgments of others keep us in bondage
In bondage to a mental prison in a false world
And in our houses, office, and cities
Concerned with what they think, and not who we are
I want no more to be concerned with this
I will go outside
Outside is my life
Outside is my reason
11 July 04
not much whats up with you
ReplyDeletewilliam, I liked the poem. I agree with the poem. I feel like writing poetry today.
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