How can I say I'm really here?
Where am I, far or near?
I am on this earth, gravity bound
But where is it, to be found?
I wish it were on a plate, delicately served
Promptly slid down our throats, like little birds
But it's out there, floating somewhere
It's not fair.

I walk, searching for it anyways
It's not like I have anything better to do with my days
But it's not there, the thing I want
The perfect, impeccable logic, armor without chinks
Where is it, where is it, methinks
Will my search turn for naught?

And yet I continue, unsatisfaction vague
Time continually ticks, and here I stay
The starting gun went off, I am far behind
And yet I scramble within my mind,
It screeches at the walls and tears me into pieces
The knocking of the question

Where is this steady answer, this quiet rest
Or will I be constantly roaming
All of this stupid, unknown test
Has my mouth constantly foaming

Yet, in the end, do I really care?
My fate is the same as every other man,
Should I waste my time with this endless stare?
A search with no end, with no plan?

Maybe, in the end, all I can do
Is sit here, through and through
Maybe, for me, there is no answer to be found
And there is little I can do this time around
I shall stumble through the ether
And maybe that's not so bad.

This was actually pretty funny. I like the satirical aspect to it; I'm also tired of hearing pointless quasi-poetic ramblings by angsty teens.

My only issues is with the layout. Maybe it's supposed to be mocking all the other horrid layouts, but i just can't read anything off it without highlighting. Fix that, and this'll be even awesomer.

Boxia : Yeah, my layout a poop currently.

I fugged it up pretty badly, so have a post with even harder to read text.