Even In A Constant World Poem by Old Teenage Poems

When we drifted off shore
to experience a new life
-live for smething more

What did we think we'd find
in the masses off people
-in our new states of mind?

Where were we planning
to let our Old Selves aboard
-were we stuck in this shallow tanning?

How could we find it believable
to find our Inner Selves this Far Away
-when we were the equational variable?
- Even in a Constant World completely UnPredictable