Morning-Night

Morning-Night

I was born in the morning-night.

The last addition

to a family of four.

My brother overcast

all of my accomplishments.

I gave up

too many times to count.

So I swam.

I’m still not great,

but if the opportunity rises

I think I can beat him.

My parents worked,

My brother left.

I was alone,

in the family home.

It was my favorite time.

The morning-night.

It still is,

but I rarely see it.

I have lost friends,

too many to count,

but I get new ones.

Closer ones

I don't know how,

It just happens.

But thats okay.

I have never

done anything

worth noting.

I hold records.

One for swimming

I was on a relay,

with three fast kids,

when I was twelve.

Another for pac-man,

at my friends house.

I was the first to play.

I like being afraid.

I like being afraid,

it is one emotion

that can't be faked.

I give the impression,

that I am someone else.

I don’t mean to though.

Few people know that.

maybe no one does.

I like to sleep.

Dreams can be fun,

or frightening.

But they are still enjoyable.

I have been to Oregon

three times.

Once, I met

the vice president.

The secret service

gave me a pin.

I have many desires.

I doubt I will act,

make an effort,

achieve them.

Somethings I know,

some things I don’t.

I want a nice room.

With a large window.

Looking over a snowy field.

With trees at the sides.

I want it to be morning-night.