Compelling voice that gives me no choice,
but one that has made me rejoice.
Stagnation its mission,
for all we envision.
Minute long highs,
for hour long lows.
We chase it,
their is no choice.
*Found this little poem in a file box I had in my closet, don’t have a specific date on it, but I’d bet a few bucks it’s from senior year. It brought back some great memories.*