Posts Tagged ‘struggles’

The morning of the darkest night,

you sit and look at me so hopeless.

The thoughts of this chapter,

still haunts me every day.

 

The cold eyes you stare,

why must I be this way.

Why must we live this way,

why must we accept.

 

The mistakes that led me here,

so desperate and alone.

Remind the ones that use to love me,

let them believe there was some good in me.

 

Im going to leave this pedant here,

just in case you cared to find it.

The disappointment I brought to you,

the life you could have had.

 

So this is it,

the chapter that we have started.

The chapter that led me to this road,

that I must answer for when im gone.

The road that takes us,

To the ends of the earth.

The road that follows,

So mystically close.

 

We follow each other,

Like the sheep’s we are intended to be.

The endless road of misery,

We yearn to keep.

 

To seek out new things,

Your friends might laugh.

To wonder where life,

May venture us thus far

 

The light at the end,

The end that may follow.

To seek out the justice,

And carry the fallen.

To start off your journey,

So early in the morning,

One must choose to wear,

The shoes of his yearning.

 

The children dread school,

Adults have no choice,

We all must work,

To ensure our place,

In this worlds.

 

In order to make it,

Society must take it,

Fake it and break it,

To simply recreate it.

 

What we see is not what we get,

Most days of the week.

To understand is not to know,

The unexpected surprises of life that tends leaks.

 

Society says “stop thinking and just live”,

How can I do that, when im still just a kid.

Determined to make it at all costs,

To battle and win even if I am lost.

What if i told you a story, 

A story of dreams and desires.

What if i told you a story, 

A story of great proportion.

There was a young boy, 

That grew up in the streets.

The streets full of despair

and misery alike. 

There was a bright light, 

a shimmery glow.

The desire to succeed, 

given to him only at birth. 

The boy grew up willing, 

To struggle and fight.

He believed in the good, 

with every breath he took. 

Today he is grown, 

and life is not willing.

The daily struggles of existence, 

seems to haunt him much more.

Somewhere in time, 

he forgot what it was, 

to be living and free, 

in the streets of Hollywood hills. 

In his final hours,

surrounded by family and friends. 

He cried out for the heavens, 

to take him away.

He remembered his childhood, 

In the streets, in such despair,

Thinking to himself how he could, 

simply live once again. 

With his final last breath,

He finally remembered, 

the glow of existence,

he remembered, and left.