Unweathered

I am not a poet, but I see not other way to express my excitement toward the hopeful fall of society and government I hold within myself. Do not resent my ideas.

Crude excitement as the mem'ries drifted out to sea,
No longer wanting to see my long lost family.
I’ll never leave; I’m anchored here as if I were a tree.
Never want to go back to my old way of life,

This is what I’ve always want'd to be.
This feeling, sharper than the deepest insanity…

Unweathered.