Coming from the bottom my emotions,
These words just come flaring...

The old man sits on the bench,
Begging for change and some attention...

Now the new soldier didn't know how to face it,
Take it with mind open...

The key to perfection and attainment,
The only thing not a flaw in this new king's...

I don't rhyme in couplets,
Don't follow the meter...

Walking down the street,
Debating and contemplating...

I'm not poor,
I'm not rich...

I really lived a happy life,
No matter what I really say...

Whether conventional,
Or unconventional...

I'm like an umbrella,
When there is no rain...

Trying to be what you're not,
Your nature is all gently...

The feeling of depression,
The virtue of hatred...