About Me
If there's a chance in the world,
I'll find interest, zeal, passion,
then I'll go rumbling down the road,
without a second thought,
even if it winds me into trouble, drama or danger
(when my parents had to call the poison control because I licked an outdoor paint brush)
(or when a homeless lady tried to mug me and in the middle of it she started crying)
(at the time, I thought nothing of the progressively sinking boat)
am I absent minded?
of course,
but all of that ties into the thrill of discovery, the satisfaction, the oddities,
(when I unintentionally discovered bull kelp can make a battle-horn like sound)
( the time my drama teacher asked me to preform my pantomime of milking a cow in front of a crowd of five hundred)
(And when realized I was a lesbian, I already had a girlfriend for several months)
and eventually,
my lack of reservation becomes
me
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