Pen to paper, Suddenly, your name appears. Your name shows, I haven't forgotten. You know it's about, Something familiar. Do you question, My thoughts? Are you flattered, By my words? I know you know, Who it's about. Are they tossed, Thrown away? Are the kept, Memories for another day? They don't know, What they are about. Do they, Make you hope? Are they, Pleasant memories? Who is it, Immortalized? What if, More people knew? Knew it was, Mostly you. Inspiration, A beautiful thing. All of what has happened, None gone to waste. Still much more to see, More words to write. Encouragement, Soon my time will come. Until the future, Is for certain, The thoughts will flow, And the ink will drop. A fork in the road? Draw a map. I leave myself, On the paper. When in doubt, I'll be there. Security, Is the deuce. You, Are my ace.
This is the archive of previous writings of the Opiated Sherpa. It's mostly poetry that dates back to 1997, back when I was a sapling of 16. And then since then... this.