I'm currently in the Management Studies program at G-Mac on the south side of Edmonton. I'm pretty sure I'd like to become a business man of some sort, probably an entrepeneur after gaining some more life experience. No idea what sort of business I'd like to start just yet though!
I woke up at 6:30 one morning with the beginning of this poem stuck in my head. So i wrote it down, and put it here for you to see. I finished it when my grandpa passed away. I might put that up one of these days.
Alone
Alone, a solid tear
Drops from my eye.
I'm not in fear,
My eyes just cry.
Frozen to my cheek,
An icicle it becomes.
For I am not the weak;
I am distant from the slums.
There is no soul
To wipe it clean.
Only a hole,
Where love has never been.
Alone it sits,
For a while longer.
It grows lonely,
Until I grow stronger.
Alone, a solid tear
Drops from my eye.
I'm not in fear,
My eyes just cry.
Frozen to my cheek,
An icicle it becomes.
For I am not the weak;
I am distant from the slums.
There is no soul
To wipe it clean.
Only a hole,
Where love has never been.
Alone it sits,
For a while longer.
It grows lonely,
Until I grow stronger.
but I did pick up a couple cars... that made me feel better. There's nothing that compares to the feeling of riding a sport bike, but looking in the mirror at how close I came to not hitting my 21st birthday makes me want to stay a cager!