Here I sit full of question, indepth thought, or late night vexation? Too each thier own or destiny...many broken thoughts inside my head, fuck I wish I could just go to bed. Blinded by pain, used, abused, torn, and scorn, will not the sun shine? Frustrations mount, life is paramount.. Have no one understand what kind of man lays within, no more sin, but still a little bitter, under my skin...a burning desire. How do we all do the things we do, under what intentions are these infections of life we sometimes hate to live? If you stay true and you are determined life will bring back the fruits of your own goodness planted today will sow tomarrow...the day will come when the sun sets and the beauty abound that life really has turned around... least us all never forget, give up regret, and turn your cheek, you never know whom you may meet, everything happens for a reason...in every season, and go out into the night with no fright...and make a new friend. one to the end. because goodness does exsist, though for most too easy to resist...I live within looking for that grin of that person who can see inside I never lied, only wanted the dues, for the pain and the woo's ..for I feel its about time...
