quickwrite: it's on its own now...
i don't know the composition date of this either...it was a writing excercise from my ap*english class last year from mrs. hahn...i wrote a lot of good stuff in that class, i just happened to find this while cleaning out my drawers. i miss mrs. hahn...

a boy was born in the wilderness,
amongst the sounds of wailing police cars,
below the roof-tops of apartment buildings,
above the concrete floor.
he grew, and learned how to be
a productive member of the world,
hoping to surpass the numerous beasts
that populated the world around him.
the boy thirsted for knowledge,
but somehow, his jungle couldn't give it to him.
his mind was populated with
an endless mixture of trash, junk, and unprettiness.
the wild world had set this boy--this thing--
free. free to do anything.
free to persue anything
but this thing is unprepared.

this thing--it's on its own now,
leading its mysterious life,
becoming more itself by the minute,
like a child grown-up, growing strange.