There is my heartfelt collection
Looking like stone. On a dry wall
Is experience that teaches differently, see
What trials became of me; what
Parodies always bring themselves back.
Sitting on a dry slab, soaking with
Concern; the drum of the clock making
It’s presence known – even if time
Was not ready, still – not ready.
I studied the shade, memorised the
Symbols; all was as it should be.
Do you not see who I am?
Can you not imagine a world in which
I progressed – Understood?
Fate was judging me by my instinct.
I thanked my college for its work. I see
Now is the moment for action; To worry about
Worry seems Idyllic but hardly changes,
Deepens the memory – Begin.
Different Danny 