Perspectives
Copyright (c) 1994, Thomas D. Van Hook
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             Perspectives
             by Thomas D. Van Hook
             written 14 Dec 93 0528am


           I remember, an age of innocence
           A time of little cares and whims
           Playing basketball and baseball
           Throwing rocks on ponds to skim

           I remember that what would follow
           A time that chilled my marrow
           Unexpressive and rebellious
           My focus, was too narrow

           Pent-up anger and frustration
           Taken out on other's nerves
           Plainly for sheer pleasure
           Not knowing what cause I'd serve

           Into the machine, I descended
           Became a part of what I hated
           Not sensing what I had become
           My lust for pain...unsated

           As I grew, I learned expression
           To communicate my pain
           How to work my anger out
           With pen, paper and brain

           Now I glance upon my past
           To see what brought me here
           My perspective has always been changing
           Along with my hopes, dreams and fears


