-- Num ---- Username ---- Category ------------- Posted -- Expires --- Pages --- | 61565 | SDDOVE | POETRY | 09/29/93 | 10/13/93 | 3 | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Description: | ================================================================================ Found myself staring around my room last night, after all the light was gone and the dark was setting around me like an empty box. I started thinking about all the things that I couldn't see. All the things around me in my room that I had told myself I had to have at one time or another. It occurred to me that I had surrounded myself with nice things. "Nothing but the best" and all. Alien objects that cast funny shadows in the dim light with words on them that I couldn't see like `Gibson' and `Guild' and `Fender.' Outside a new truck, all mine, and an education (That's more than a of people I know.) And I just keep on. I need a new `Fender.' I need another `Gibson.' I'd be very happy if my new truck just had one more feature... I really would. And I'll read that damn play tomorrow. I will. I was raised to be simple. The first class I took was the Working Class, and it taught me to get by very well with not much. But more. What I really want, more than anything is More. And I'll read that damn play tomorrow. I will. So I'll call it Human Nature. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'm neck deep in debt and I still haven't read that damn play and I wanna go deeper in debt because I know I can and I don't care, just like Everyone else I know. So I'll call it Human Nature. And I'll do that damn paper tomorrow. I will. Yep, it's just Human Nature. But I couldn't help wondering there in my dark if all this was really Human Nature, or if it was just me.