Personal Statement
by H. Tyler Amick
February 1st, 2003
The only part of my personality that doesn’t change,
Is my one little philosophy
Of rampant curiosity.
There’s a natural force I’ve heard much about.
It’s in the walls, it’s on the streets, and up in the clouds,
Catching me every time I turn around.
I can’t escape,
I have to know.
What is in those tiny black boxes
That tugs on my soul?
A child, screaming,
Rippling space and time.
I want to wipe away the tears and say I understand
And lift it to the sky.
I think I’ll try...
To dream the digital dream,
To dance the analog dance,
To electrify my corduroy pants,
To let this manic-depressive child oscillate across the atmosphere.
And soon it will come here, perhaps shy-away,
But then draw near.
For I am building it a castle
Too small for even a mouse, this house
Will be greater than clouds or wires,
Synapses firing charges of the light brigade,
Parading with the passions
In my mind, it finds
Ideas -- this child will shine.
This note from me is a plea
To someone out there with the power
To let me be what I want to be.
So consider this not lightly,
I want this more than slightly,
For my head to see.
Sincerely,
H. Tyler Amick