The CaptainA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
am I the captain of
my own voyage? in a choose-your-own- adventure-sense, I am the gamebook fanatics in the united kingdom mapped out all the decisions for one book, and that map was large, indescribably but finitely large, and when you draw the assumption toward the whole of humankind, then the number becomes disgustingly large, like the number of ways a rubik's cube can be rearranged, that many decisions, that many possible paths, all still within the natural realm and yet nature uses her forceful hand to keep the race in check, maybe there's a supernatural component to it all, or maybe there isn't, and still the question remains, am I the captain of my own voyage? the question may always remain silent, forever silent that is © 2012 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 24, 2012 Last Updated on November 24, 2012 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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