My AutoB.

my ambitions
are false dreams
blame it on Mary
blame it on Ms. Jane
blame it on Lazy
but all fingers point to his name
his name is my name
mr. procastination
or mr. scared of change
he knows what is right
but still shifts to the left lane
no sense of direction
tired of hearing complaints
other's opinons turn to pain
why, good-bye sunny days
forecast is cloudy and nothing but rain
he wants to be like fort minor
but he's not hungry for recognition
he just wants u to remember his name
is it a shame
or is he ashamed
father left him around the age of sixteen
from son and big brother comes a new title, man of the house
or more like a young man with a lot of doubts
the drought.
is
over.
watch him turn green
like march on st patricks day.
-- motivation is on its way.

i like this. this is a new good habit and a nice place to save my writings. Thanksgiving was fun, ate a lot and now my stomach is mad at me x_x. Hope everyone had a great and safe Thanksgiving.