A poem should not mean, but be.


	Nothing Gold Can Stay: A Heero Yuy Shrine \| home He will not see me stopping here... \| Confused \| A poem should not mean, but be. \| The Past Unfolds \| Contact \| Gundam Essay \| Links \| The Portrait \| Trowa's Corner A poem should not mean, but be. Welcome to my poem's page. Here I will lay out my feelings about people and characters and let you decided who they are about. And so it begins... Life's Unfavorable Circumstances We are placed in the world With no choice of where we are put. We live our childhood With no choices of where we can go. We become teenagers And have no choice of what we can do. Then when we finally get to choose, We have been bound so long That we do not know how to make our own choices. We are left lost in the world. Confused and Unsure of who we are And where we want to go. We may be stuck with people we hate or dispise. We may encounter experiences that leave us torn and broken. But those are just a few of life's unfavorable circumstances. As we walk in this dazed world, We learn to fight. We learn to get what we want by hurting others. But then who are we? A race of cruel beings who care for nothing but themselves. It doesn't stop there however. The next generation comes forth, spawned from the hellish beings of the earth. They too must pass through life's unfavorable circumstances And walk the path of Fire lit before them. What has begun can not end now, For it is an incessant cycle of demented beings growing more demanding and deformed every generation And living through the perils forced upon them by those who came before. The cycle festers on, Growing and engulfing others like a disease. And brings about generation after generation Suffering through life's unfavorable circumstances.