A Poem by Kenny Barnet - to my fallen Xboxen
And so it came to be this isolation that I am I can only look to me to find the way it all began -his confusion, constant hunger for something more than this I strive to find this being that I envision, yet seem to miss.Could it be that I am empty - or maybe a little lost? Could it be that I am lonely, or seek happiness at any cost? I shall seek for me it find happiness and joy once more, to buy a new or repair my console once more