Somewhere there has to be
a window left ajar
an unlocked door
a spaceship bound for Mars

beyond these crystallized values
these ceilings of sophistication
beyond these solid grounds
of miss interpretations

I can not fit in
these ranks reject my views
no one wants to know
the reality I can prove
no…
not within this human zoo
……..

I am not my story
the narrator past
obviously his suffering
was never mean to last

no one bullied me
they helped me forged a man
into a lover of life
a healer of the land

I have no regrets
no blame to invest
I’d actually like to thank
the universe for this test

we didn’t come from our parents
we were only passing through
I’d like to thank them both
for the hell that they once knew

I am not a story
trapped within a book
I am a poet
the past is what it took!