My name appears in no his-story book born during changing times nineteen-hundred and fifty-two sixteen years later I dis-covered America.
I viewed it all though most were sure I'd never conquor that fence which kept me on its wrong side but I tried scoped escapism and when the war started I stayed another decade passed, but not before inflicting the most excrutiating of pains (1968 was a very cold year...) Rapt in the thralls of anticipated mournings I dis/covered America.
Took a tripp when get-high days came it was a long walk back traveled to nowhereland in vain though I shunned the plan that I inject slow death into my veins and the most rewarding of gains was that I dis/covered America.
Once found my Self in an alley among poverty and waste tried hard to ignore them though they were familiar Spaced over the nation's capital for example corruption hid in a glass house oh, most certainly I dis/covered America.
While rich folk melted in Florida suns as young minds wasted away...