Sunday, January 24, 2010

Not Really a Poem

Aspirations of a lost cause, desperations of a depressed man
Pizza boxes piling up beside the trashcan
Sleepless nights mixed with sleep filled days, dazed
And wondering if I will ever make it up out this maze
This portrait is different as if Picasso graced the frame
Distorted vision of living, this life is insane
Women are to blame, men create bloodstains
And enslave their fellow man in a new world order
Can you hear me?

My life is like question
Will I succeed in greatness?
Or succumb to life’s suggestions
Life lessons
They will come, and I will grow 

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