It called me into being, and threw me into the presence of the sun.
I saw the changing of the seasons, I saw the ocean, I saw the moon and stars at night;
I saw smiles on faces around me, I saw tears, and everything else in between.
And yet, in all those years, I waited not for those wonderful things.
I wandered in this beautiful and rich world, looking for only one thing:
looking for the author of that whisper which called me into my being.
And so I saw you, and it was you.
You tricked me, you fucking bastard.
04/18/01
Jerylin arranged this poem with much better bgcolor, font, and picture. You can find it here
