But I Do...
If persistance is a virtue, I have loads of it. It comes in truck loads and gallons, but you can’t keep it in bottles like so many other things. I wonder about things like which came first, the chicken or the egg. It plagues my mind like a dark cloud over a small village out in the country away from the civilized world, out of touch with everyone, kept a secret from the world. But in my heart I know it’s there, among all the trees and grass, among the bushes and fury creatures. In that village there is a lad, one of stamina and honor, strength and wisdom. Yet girls don’t notice him, no, they all notice the dumb tall good looking guy. The guy who could just as easily take their hearts and break them as he could a toothpick. No one notices the quiet ones. But I do. The quiet ones pay attention like a child to a toy window in a shopping mall. The toys are shiny and new unlike the used ones that are sitting at home, collecting dust under the bed. Those toys are lost and forgotten. Forgotten like so many things in my mind. My mind, a deep ocean of passion, learning and ability, but none of these things amtter, not to a persistant person like me. The only important enought is the fact that I still have you to look to if I ever need to.
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