adaption2

[ekwal]

decided 2 come w/ someting a lil simpler 4 yas...

as the wind blows color changing grass,
i'm passing flashes of my past.
my grasp is lost on questions asked,
and tasks at hand are fastened last.
how fast can i contain this sight?
i ask cuz i can't hang at height.
it blasts away my founded might,
the wraths that it portryas is plight.
this can't be right, i once was blessed
and tested fight each time it pressed.
i'm tired now, in need of rest,
desire how 2 bleed my best.
i heed my message wrote on page,
achieving lessons from less age.
the greatness comes not when i change
but when adaption's bar is raised.

hmmmmm.....................................

[..:: SpOrTzDiScIpLe™::..]

um....alittle short but okay ...nuttin big to die over...need to expand ur lines alittle
more....
good rhymes overall ....nice flow into the poem....
7/10

[ekwal]

thanks simpleton.....
try reading something else then