Flashing violently like some twisted horror show
Memories come and go only when I think.
I try to let people feel how I feel, let myself go
And all I want is to sink.
I am heartless without my friends, my real kin.
And without these people, I would rather be in a trash bin.
I am lifeless, stale and unordinary, I am leaving my brothers.
Yet someday I feel what some might go through, like the mothers.
They are letting there babies go, letting them pass.
Putting trust into them that they get to, on time, class.
My life is my work and my heart my song,
My family my fortitude and my soul must prolong.
Even if I am weak and cannot accomplish without help,
I will believe that I can achieve without the yell.
But I will survive I will stand up.
I remember the time at the ranch, getting clean in the tub.
The heater was on, my childhood was growing,
And my life and salvation was surely showing.
We put the towels on the heater and it would make me warm.
And now I am stuck in this minute area with another human, called a dorm.
Times have changed and I am just noticing the effects,
And time doesn’t matter who it effects, whichever sex.
I would like to think I will be great,
But I would lie, death would come, and I would be irate.
So I close this with one immortal thought.
It doesn’t matter where you learned and what you were taught.
Its what you learned and what you agreed to,
It’s not the actions that occurred to do.
It’s the lessons you have learned and the man you have become.
It’s the feeling you have felt, and the human, second to none.
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