Westfield State University - Tekoa Yearbook (Westfield, MA)

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So often I ' ve never cared . . . never felt . . . never loved . . . never shared Involvement, for me, was a few slow dances down the Carriage Or a picnic lunch at Stanley Park. I look back now at Westfield in contempt Contempt for what I could have been, for what I could have felt, could have given. Maybe W.S.C. wasn ' t the right place for me... Always sitting in the Shadows Never goingto meetings ... Never being committed But that ' s all behind me now, I ' ve only tt answer to myself for those years . . . Years of wasted friendships, shallow relations . . . small talk Now, I ' ve all but lost everything precious to me. Now, the tears of regret sting my eyes Now, the thoughts of years past rise in my throat and choke the last bit of hate from my mind And I sit . . . wondering if I ' ll ever live again.

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He wasn ' t satisfied With life, So he built a wall Around himself And lived Inside that wall And died nside that wall; No one knew Or cared. He achieved nothing While alive; No one remembered him After his death. Even now No one is quite sure That he had ever existed AT ALL .id Sff And