Living in the stigma of enigma
And thinking anything I've never done
Should not be hard.
Like when I see the blokes around my class that kick the hackey sack.
I know that if I tried a little
Surely I could join them all
As pros and kick the sack right back.
Or when I take my future physics course
From which most students drop.
I share no worries.
For I know if I put thought
I'll best the toughest categories
Like the bullshit that Newton would jot.
And yeah... distant challenges seem simple.
So I'll always walk away from where the wind blows.
Partake in nothing... zero.
Limit my potential to imagination
And be something of a hero
In a goalless nation.
For, what stellar poems I could write
By leaving pages snowy-white sensations!
Oh, how thought provoking I can be
In wordless conversations...