Blowing incense smoke this way and that
I stare at the great gray of the sky
Listening to the birds sing
Watching life drift by
Recovered from the past and dabbling in the present
[Embarassing] Poetry from the past
Poetry is not my forte, and I find most poetry to be sad or reflective of a teenage depressive state, but I have decided to share my rather crappy and depressive poetry in order to show my progression from sad and weird teen angst to sad and decent adult angst.