The Life of a Confused Boy

Drafted with a hand of pain
he drifted along on feet of stumbling submission
waiting for someone to lift him off the ground.

He watching with eyes of fear
the world turn on an axis of hate
and searched for that one true God to take him away.

With his heart of pure hope
he peirced the darkest depths of unreasonable reason
and when the hate and submission were overwhelming

he merely sat and waited with solid ambition at bay.