Kind of lame really. I was like, ten when I first drafted this... but it has a nice message, I guess.
Billy told me how it is
But I didn't understand
Though he was right and now at night
My thoughts cross sea and sand.
There's a world of lore,
And it comes it a modern version
An information age hoax I've seen
On my hypothetical excursions.
So if you're waiting for my transformation,
Don't hold your breath, I beset you.
In my world, a cloud of contemplation,
It's easy for me to forget you.
Billy's words ring true today,
Surviving age and age.
I wonder if I can better the set
Before I leave the stage.
Brownie points if you can correctly deduce what the poem is about.