I am writing up my summation of our Classical Literature course as you read this; I should have it up within an hour, if not, by tonight at the latest.
Until then, here's my poem from our Buddhist song of suffering and salvation to keep you entertained.
Most people don’t know a myth’s always around.
They’ll ask and wonder why life’s tragic, unfair,
Until eyes peeled wide open see myths everywhere:
Some sad, some funny, most bloody and drunk;
But all from the past you ignorant punk!
It’s for you to perceive, this life up and down,
One mythical dream once lost but now found.