Perspectives

 Perspectives

Copyright (c) 1994, Thomas D. Van Hook

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             Perspectives

             by Thomas D. Van Hook

             written 14 Dec 93 0528am

           I remember, an age of innocence

           A time of little cares and whims

           Playing basketball and baseball

           Throwing rocks on ponds to skim

           I remember that what would follow

           A time that chilled my marrow

           Unexpressive and rebellious

           My focus, was too narrow

           Pent-up anger and frustration

           Taken out on other's nerves

           Plainly for sheer pleasure

           Not knowing what cause I'd serve

           Into the machine, I descended

           Became a part of what I hated

           Not sensing what I had become

           My lust for pain...unsated

           As I grew, I learned expression

           To communicate my pain

           How to work my anger out

           With pen, paper and brain

           Now I glance upon my past

           To see what brought me here

           My perspective has always been changing

           Along with my hopes, dreams and fears