The Way Things Were 1/11/2005

I remember being quite proud of this poem. I even had an awesome illustration to go with it.

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There I sat’ alone at the edge of the woods
A gentle breeze blew my hair and I was happy
Many thought me to be sad because I sat all alone
But they couldn’t see that I was happy
Because I liked it that way.

There I could think of many things
That others would think weird
Like what is the purpose of my being and
When is the end of forever.
I liked to think of the impossible mysteries
And I was happy
Because I liked it that way.

After many years had gone by,
The woods were cut down
And the breeze ceased to blow,
But I had my memories
And I continued to be happy
Because I had liked it that way.