Leaving all that is secure
behind. Cut all ties clear eyes
onward to find a meaning for
this life.
A man of few words in a
world that loves to speak. Not
weak just meek called freak
No way out locked in this
struggle to survive tough times
hinder progress.
Goals out of reach teach
patience in a world that wants
eveything at its finger tips.
This futile expression
of mine come what will
the loss and pain to obtain
something of meaning.
The illusions of happiness
can vanish in the blink of the
eye leaving nothing but darkness.
My mark on life is naught
for you see there was never a
place for me in this cruel world
my soul hungers for freedom
from this anguish.
