ScoobySnack
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Dec 28, 2003
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Ok the year is 1996 and I am a sophmore in highschool... I get a copy of the love songs of J Alfred Prufrock from the local library and begin reading at a local eatery while sipping some coffee... I am enraptured by the beat of the transcendental verse and fueled by a little caffeine and teen angst... then bang that epiphanic moment of inspiration happens... life stills... your blood tingles... your thoughts begin to pour... and in the 30 seconds I had to write before being interrupted this is what I came out with... at first... I thought it was unfinished... incomplete... but as time wandered on... I came to realize it had a sort of uniquely perfect imperfection... so here it is... my first composition rough unpolished and from the soul...
THE DISTANCE
Though it seems an endless road
We know there is an end.
An’ though we feel immortal
This way we can’t transcend.
For as sure as waves upon the shore,
An’ the clouds that own the sky.
One by one, an` nevermore
In soil shall we lie. . . .
THE DISTANCE
Though it seems an endless road
We know there is an end.
An’ though we feel immortal
This way we can’t transcend.
For as sure as waves upon the shore,
An’ the clouds that own the sky.
One by one, an` nevermore
In soil shall we lie. . . .
