I have only ever known how to waste my life away, and nothing more. Undisciplined body…my mind a convoluted mess. The will to care, waning over tabletop. My life is very empty… Existence naught in hand. Where am I going and where do I end… Kill this life that’s lost all reason. Perhaps in despair one caring be found. Though the fool believes his light will be altæred. But maybe, in love, motivation is stirred. Driven, cheered on, a winch in thick mud. How might I meet her…or is she even there? What fair, bright, lone angel would be misled into loving me? And could I…possibly…love her in return? Seems unfair… This ligh(t)… Will it carry on? “Vain Approach” Christopher D. Jacobson August 24, 2009 Copyright © 2009 Christopher D. Jacobson Home