I'm at a place, somewhere beyond the crossroads
a place where the purpose to life begins but I have no clue exactly what that is.
I have several desired goals of purpose that complet my beign
to leave one out, will cause dissapointment,
as I shall reverence it often.
I'm at a place where patience is quick
no more trials of time, its blah and then whip
the motions of this world is swift in rotation
after birth you run then its constant verbatum
unless you fly into stealing and carring a glock
Its said the race is for the swift but the slow remain alive, some under a rock.
I'm at a place where depressioin is a new attitude
the frustraton, expectation and confrontation
exceeds peace, unity and conversation
we look for role models on tv and find safety behind bars.
I'm at a place, the place where tears flow but may seem waisted
where my opinion need not be heard, an over looked legacy in this generation
where parenting skills are left at the gavel of the government and their abusive and neglectful home care systems
I'm alone and out numbered in this place
alone cause no matter what number I am, it's not enough for life to turn arround
it's not meaningful nor supernatural
it's only parental, it's only love, it's only hope, it's only fear, it's only death, its only games,
Its only life...............................................
