Thoughts and wisdom encapsulated
there in the embryo of congested time...
People act like its easy, like you can just wake...
everywhere you are you ache to be useful to...
Who are these people?
Forced into our lives...
You kept me safe for so
Many years, keeping me alive...
I wish that they would see me for who I am,
Not as the face showing on the outside...
Among the city streets,
You will find them...
Disasterous evil thoughts forced deep inside my...
It prevents me to sleep as I lay down for bed...
There's friendships that will come and some that...
there's bonds that won't break and bonds that...
There's times where I feel very angry and mad
Some people say I'm just like my Dad...
"The Great American Plastic Factory"
I call it the Grind...
My story, like a frame of what is said to be my...
Every design is a memory, carved...
Moment soon the soul whimper,
Hesitate to touch mighty feet...