Once, I had a vision of a girl and I was called a dreamer.
I wrote it down and I was called a writer.
I made it rhyme and I was a poet.
I disected it and became a philosopher.
I acted upon it and they called me a romantic.
I told of it and was chivalric.
I lost it and they called me a fool.
My dream changed and they called me experienced.
A while ago I ran into the woman who would come to know me as no other.
Call me what you will, I call myself blessed.
For the life of me, I cannot remember if I wrote that or not and it is not appearing in any search engine when I try to find it.
"I think you may be confusing government running amok with government doing stuff you don't like. See, you're in the minority now. It's supposed to taste like a shit taco." - Jon Stewart
I tried Googling each of the lines individually as well as the keywords at the end, I am almost certain I wrote it at this point. It was in one of my txt files I had on my old HDs that I was going through looking for a lost password. I found a half dozen other things I wrote, only one other poem that I recognized as my own though.
it?
