I Am an American

I am NOT Irish-American or Native-American or African American;

I am AMERICAN.

I am not black, white, red or orange;

I am actually a unique olive-tan.

I am a unique and special AMERICAN.

I refuse to separate myself from my friends, brothers, sisters, and idols;

WE ARE ALL AMERICANS.

Not Sure Yet ...

I think that I've given too much of myself, where less was wanted

Held back too much, when I could've been the best

Regretted too much, when guilt got me nowhere

And lost too much, left standing in fear.

Pain is an empty concept.

It is surreal, utterly unavoidable, and easily pushed under the surface.

Pleasure is empty as well –

Lust without passion, vice without virtue, and easily led astray.

Perhaps the most abstract of concepts is Love.

Giving of oneself so completely that one feels lost…

And being left, breathless…with NOTHING else to say.