orientation

first day of orientation has passed.
butt is still numb, back's still aching.
all because some smart alecs decided to squeeze all the subject talks together.
what happened to their brains?
...
anyway, not much happned.
besides the fact that i shaved my head,
and left about 20% of my hair on.
head's enjoying a pleasant breeze(what?).
maybe i can write a poem.
yeah, i could, and it goes something like this:

a boy awaiting change,
yet it evades him;
his patience wears thin,
his thrist for more burns him,
and leaves him sorting beans in a tin.

but alas!
a bean falls,
and he tumbles along,
to the edge of great falls,
and all this for a change desired long.

he awakes,
finding himself in a world of ink,
where there are no shades of grey;
only blanks and ink,
no telling night from day.

he journeys,
at the same time wondering,
is this the change i've been dreaming?
yet while pondering,
he takes no notice of his stalking.

the shadow jumps,
bringing the world of darkness upon the boy,
and to another world he goes.
checking his grip on the boy,
the shadow leaps -- -- to a world where anything goes.

fancinated by colours,
the boys watched the goings of the world,
too engrossed to heed the shadow's slippery grip;
he crashes into the fabric of this world,
leaving it with a gaping rip.

now blanks close in,
fear fills his heart,
as blanks erases all proof of this world;
now he clutches his heart,
so as to protect it from suffering the fate of this world.

all was in naught;
the blanks filled in,
and with without thought,
he took out his tin,
and jumped without a second thought.

his feet meets ground,
his eyes glimmer as he saw,
this was the room he was in!
yet he thought of what he saw,
and looked at his tin.

a smile forms,
and without a word,
he leaps-- --

a boy awaiting change,
what will he do when he sees?

sorry about the crappiness of this poem..no meaning whatsoever -_-zzzz