He walked into the shop and had a deep conversation with his barber. He was able to open up and vent talk about things while getting groomed at the same time. They exchanged words while his barber encouraged him about everything happening and coming together for the big moment. Every encounter and experience it all came together.

He was moving on not looking back trying to live. Instead of hiding, running away. He stood his ground and standing alone taking on the world. His life had so many twists and turns. He had trust issues after his so called best friend got with his high school crush. That would be left open hard to find a friend worthy of the title. The girl he loved was a ****** but he did love her unable to shake and believe the turn of events.
He would work towards his goals always some kind of road block and detour to make his dream a reality. He had an open mind when it came to education but his heart was closer off and on reserved focused trying to get right back on track. He didn't like conflict but always dealt problems but never made them right both never could come to terms or a mutual agreement.

He finally passed his test and got an interview things were on the ups getting better. He cut away from the older crowd because they act like his world evolves around them. He didn't like them being selective about being involved in his life. If he opened up to vent it wasn't for them to feel superior. He thought he could trust them with his feelings but he was wrong.
He became private now everyone tries to pry. He got tired of everyone ignoring him showing no interest in his life. He'd listen to everyone's problems trying provide solutions to be ignored.
He has a support group of all the most random people but he could be himself around

Life my change embracing this opportunity
All those long hours filling in the void
Had to go through the steps to be heard
Can't cheat doing the work for years
Cut corner been going through the motions
Ready for the next level not skipping steps
Taking them one at a time the process
Everything will be fine over time
Keep working for what's mine
He never said anything out of respect
Feeling he needed to get it together
So many act up and done nothing
Talking loud doesn't make them right
Knocking others doesn't justify anything
He was done feeding into the carnage
Quit focusing on the negative vibes
Doing the things that matter
That needed to be done consistently
He didn't care about what others said
He knew what he wanted out of life
How he felt not letting others influence his behavior
He was worried it would never happen
Many things might actually fall into place

He didn't like to let people down but when he did he felt bad. He tried came up short hated when people he cared for looked at him like he didn't matter or he was useless. The worse feeling ever some things were out of his control he had no say. He quit flirting with drama avoiding others troubles. Fading out everything becomes a blur not the same anymore.
Just because we don't see eye to eye or agree doesn't mean there is hatred not forcing it anymore. Wasting a lot of energy with someone who's not putting forth any effort. Had an opinion because it was asked not a debate. One sided mind trying to shut you and your world down.
This life is not an option can't just pick and choose when to be involved. Full time or nothing use to selective minds trying to throw a monkey wrench in this dream.
Set goals and doing the work to be told you aren't doing it right. Can't live for two barely getting by as one.
Didn't have help working for this didn't happen right away staying strong trying not to fold growing. Refuse to close this heart off let it go cold. Working to survive while others hate trying to bury you alive.

He stayed in the AC because the heat would get to him. He worked around people invisible use to being in the background behind the scenes. He wanted to be a lead but knew people talked and would undermine his authority. He didn't know what he was going to do or where he would end up but he was determined to make it. Listening to music wiping everything to keep others safe sanitizing everything that others had touched. Not use to the mask but still cleaning it up. He thought about family so much conflict he didn't feel like he belong but did worry and care about everyone. He would show no feelings or emotions to protect himself. The tough love from family made it hard to express himself. Talking to him like he didn't know or expecting him to be someone they remember but no longer that person anymore.

The emotions get deeper as the feeling tug at his heart. His heart hardens as he protects himself from those who oppose him. Make him feel like he was doing wrong when all he wanted was to do his job with out conflict.
Be with his family without judgement or being treated differently head to another standard while others get away with doing the bare minimum. He didn't talk smack or feel it was necessary to put others on the spot. He wasn't perfect or anywhere close to being so.
He let go and realized it wasn't worth it anymore letting go was easier than being part of something that was tainted. No longer pure it lost meaning and value. It made him worse instead of better it was best to let go cut those losses and move on.

Comfy in his own skin he was tired of others trying to manipulate him. He wanted to be himself that's all he wanted. They tried to twist his feelings and use his emotions against him. They couldn't talk to him so they talked about him once he called them on it the tone changed. He didn't care to get personal focused on his work took pride in his work while others tried to politic themselves to the next level. Some would debate but the work spoke the truth. He didn't make a fuss or bother with the people who made things personal because they tried to cheat and cut corners to get ahead.
He liked to work made the most of things and made it happen with what was given.

He didn't want to argue, but he was tired of being disrespected. He wasn't materialistic he valued people even if they didn't value who he is. All he wanted was to be himself without being stripped down told; how to act, and how to be. He did his own thing stopped seeking approval walked alone.
Tired of others using numbers to come up with false narrative. They did worse but he didn't care to judge them or hold it against them.

The plan failed from college to reality from books to working an average joe job. His mindset was not the same for normal people he would ask questions so he could know. While everyone was use to the chain of command. He observed never felt threatened or challenged.
School was another monster around things that growing up was bad is now good all of a sudden justified or socially accepted. He was mind blown.
That world was another side trying to make sense of it all

He walked up to her asked her to dinner she wasn't sure turns out, she just got out of a divorce trying to figure it out. She had to get her priorities in check. He wasn't trying to rush anything but was interested. He didn't get close or open up he would make assumptions which he was wrong about. He was wrong and apologized. A new perspective and mind set on how he did things.

Family don't always get along in conflict challenging one another's standing. Arguments get personal pointing out flaws talking bad about one another. They try to turn everyone against you. All the anger within all the frustration.
Learning to shut it down when there's no reason or compromise. So many lies all these terms conditions and circumstances

The love was genuine while the were lies. If he wasn't doing favors he wouldn't be included. He did his best to mind his mouth feeling provoked taken for granted. Doing his best to do right while the rest chose to do wrong.
His moral compass being challenge by masses.
Everyone beefing mad at one another so anxious for change not motivated to so. Not everyone is right an argument becomes personal unsettled scores trying to be seen as an equal while others plan or the upper hand.
Instead of being a face love it blind going against anyone who doesn't agree or mean anything. The conflict everywhere need to get away not worth staying anymore.

Don't like to argue with anyone already an internal struggle with trying to do what's right. Easier to write it down than speak it words wont come out losing the train of thought searching for the words. Mouth goes mute have to force it up project loud or wont be heard so many words.
Trying to get along not force things to work out especially if they aren't meant to be. Open mind and heart hardwired different from the rest.

He didn't expect anyone to change but they wanted him to be someone else just to be liked to be accepted. It wasn't worth it and he didn't like the idea of denying himself to be part of an indecisive group. He'd rather do his own thing than be dissected like a fixer up project.
He wanted to let go but remembered all the nonsense. They told him full of double standards, all the criticism from two faced individuals. He wasn't angry just puzzled because they thought less of him and thought they had say and control of his life

He went for it and come up short every time this time it might actually happen come true. Thought he was out because they found someone better on the side lines staying loyal and true. Felt like one part of the crew something real something true. Wasn't the best but always there on deck showing nothing but love and respect ready to work and get it done.
Didn't like to say anything that's why writing is important became his voice. No one seemed to care or listening his only choice to express his thoughts and feelings. Changing his mind wasn't a debate but he was always open to learn and grow. He didn't always make it right away when his time came he felt better about not being rushed took time to improve and grow reflect and change things that needed to be worked on

Crazy to hear what others think don't feel or see myself that way. Another chapter on going forward trying not to look back. Head up feeling dragged down not responsible for others another person pinning blame what a **** shame. Minding your mouth most of your business while they try to change your ways while never around in and out of the picture.

He was too old to be mad and beefing with everyone. He did distance himself from things been working on being a better version of himself. Some still think he's that person they met long ago. He did make mistakes he's been wrong learned the lesson and forgave himself learned to no expect much so he won't be disappointed. Knowing if he wanted it he would have to work for it and earn it.
He's thankful for the people that accepted him. He was tired of altering himself to be accepted. Not this person they made him out to be.

He wanted the answers but ended up with more questions. No solutions just more up in the air problems that would eventually end up in his lap taking on what he could handle. Praying and laying in bed with music playing singing helped his find closure and peace. He thought he could make a different looking in the mirror seeing an older man who was tired. Seeking meaning and purpose seeing his opportunity go to another person. He was denying the truth but happy for the person.

He worried it didn't happened more determined than before. Did his part and more just in the background. He wanted to be a lead but everything was harder than it should be. He didn't always agree but did respect the decision made. His family at him up wanting to be there to be around. Everything was tainted had to be a struggle so much conflict for expressing concern. They don't know your story quick to make assumptions. Trying to think your life but dk your experience. It wasn't a priority in his eyes why did they make it out to be drama. Even if he had done it or if it mattered to him they wouldn't care or give a ****.

In the chop getting a haircut can be therapy. Cutting away the old a fresh new look
And the new could grow in change over time
From your old shop to other locations
Not the same hard to trust with your hair
Paying the tip the barber accordingly
Thankful for their skills willing to go back
Reference new customers to help business
Hoping to be a regular for generations
Making a fuss about doing it invested in them
Broken trust never going back there again

Closer to seeing this event happen going down out of town. Away from home to experience the journey new encounters seeing into that world that culture onto something new hard to read signs to clues. Still feeling like an outcast not belong anywhere. So much haze proving himself. He worked hard gave his own didn't complain glad to be part of something. Even if they prejudged him made him out to be someone he's not. He didn't care for politics all he wanted was to finish and do his job right without burden or frustration. He stopped drinking relapse was the worse idea. Drinking with people who assume and expect the worse for problems they made. He took the blame while they were quick to blame someone else.
He reminded them they were blessed they had someone who loved them and kids that make them out to be the world telling not to ruin or mess that up for themselves. He didn't have much but made the the most of things and thankful for all the blessings. He was grateful and tired of holding back minding his mouth because his honesty usually got him in trouble.

That dream so real don't want it to end
Able to enjoy work being a regular
Being in charge takes its toll over time
Wanting to be normal not complicated
Be able to be free not on a schedule
He was in the shower thinking about life
The water rising his burdens away
An argument played out in his head
He knew it wouldn't play out accordingly
This moment would arrive unaware
A fuse would burn out not able to speak
Made him uncomfortable imploding within
Unable to comprehend words
Didn't like confrontation from control freaks
All he wanted was to be upbeat and chill
Made out to be the bad guy and monster

He was trusting to the wrong person it all came out. She was triggered ready to make the **** shot. He surrendered just wanted peace it was never ending no pretending. He didn't care to prove himself even when provoked. Walking away from all the sadness not letting them knock you rebuilding yourself up. From a crowded path to being a trail blazer scared to drift but journeying onto new leaving the old.

In a field where the wind blows quietly with a green fence as he threw his softball at a stump it rolled back. Took in the scene at peace feeling at ease away from all the chaos and insanity. At peace with nature feeling all the insanity fade away no more bad memories and pain the silence empowering gain.

Most of this in the mind some days are easy some feel never ending. He tried to do what was right while others didn't work cheat cut corners. He was denied another interview more road blocks. Conflict with family was the worse because he had no problem saying sorry or admitting he was wrong. Family would never see things his way and quick to be mad hold a grudge.
He didn't sit around angry because he was working a job that never gave him the results he desired s so many road blocks and detours in his way blocking his path.  He was holding back writing was an outlet to deflate his ego

He worried for the new child. The parents didn't get along always trying to gain power and control the situation. He loved family but he was tired of hearing this couple argue break up and back together these unhealthy patterns became the foundation of the relationship.
He looked out for his cousin but learned to fade out not get involved he would hear more lies he got tired of more lies. He valued him but felt devalued being around with someone that never had his back unless he needed a favor.
He had his own stuff going on why would he take on the burden of others. He was trying to be supportive to the people who never supported him back. All they did was make a mess cause drama he was done cleaning up the mess he didn't make

He didnt have pull going against the odds never in his favor unless he's doing favors. Overtime life took its toll on the go. Slowed down hard to find that moment and go. Didn't say or do anything gave them no reason to talk. Hard to open up didn't like being manipulated his feelings and emotions used against him.
He knew to not get involved, do his own thing let them talk. Relapsing feels like the world is collapsing.

He stayed single because his family would never approval. He didn't like being put in that situation where he would have to pick a relationship or family. It wouldnt be fair to his partner since his family was very judgemental wanting the best for him. He was always getting criticized but respectful when he had something to say.
If he could say anything without them being triggered. He knew they had something to say but never gave them reasons to talk. He was always privates person. He didn't care to be involved, most of all caught up in all the drama.
He did want their approval but learned he's better off doing his own thing. He wanted to be there but never felt accepted had to alter himself which got old. He wasn't like them got tired of pretending things would be alright after being uncomfortable for years.

Training for a fight that may or may not happen. At the park working on drills and conditioning to go the round and the distance. So many outside factors causing a fuss. A job opportunity that seemed promising but hasn't been a pleasant transition. Trying to move up to the next level and maintain keep building up. The idea of starting over is overwhelming.
Giving up the old for new trying to remain the same but everything changes. The mindset and body something are containable while others are a lost cause. Stuck on them wondering how and why things turned out the way they did. Not going back but staying away from that insanity.

It was his moment making the most of things trying to make it to the next level. The struggle within falling back into bad habits instead of compromising. He learned quick that things wouldn't go his way. Never got the out that played out in his head.
He rolled with the punches now older realizing that everything changed and happened for a reason. Before he'd fight for a lost cause. Now he searches for meaning and purpose. He worried for others while they continued to be self destructive.
Once he got stuck in his bad habits no one cared or looked out because he didn't want anyone to knock him for being different.

He had a test that would dictate his future. He didn't want to fail struggling to get the next level. Moving forward with his life not going back bouncing back all the road blocks and detours. He didn't like to fight he would put his head down and plow through.
He didn't like to let others down it got to him surprised he had a support group. All his hard work and efforts not expecting anything but trying to get a full time job going. He was open to change but the transition got complicated in the process.
He started to share his plan with his mini circle of friends.

Tool a while to talk about it always thinking about it. Thinking it could've been done differently while noticing he had no say, no control the first time around. When did it go wrong how did things end up so sour. He was too involved and got frustrated with the situation. Or he gave his trust not always assuming the worse.  Later to be told he didn't care called selfish for respecting boundaries.
He had their back even if he was on deck waiting around in the background. He always asked what the problem was trying to provide a solution and thinking things through first before over reacting. He didn't want to make a scene and wanted to know both sides of the story to make sense of it all.

He was in love with her and didn't want anyone else. She called him a player when she was the one making the rules to her game. He wanted her to be his one and only. Turns out he was her one of many not the only one she was involved with stringing them along.
He forgave her accepted her flaw and all turns out it was not meant to be. Love was his drug addicted and could never get that fix to be satisfied the more he tried she got more distant. He couldn't figure it out trying to understand make sense of it all.
Eventually he walked away learning only he could make himself happy and not leave it in the hands of others. Even though he loved her he wasn't responsible for her happiness. He had to wise up protect his heart since it was being tormented by someone who didn't match how he felt or put forth the same amount of every.

He took pride walking into enemy camp now a days he prefers to be alone writing and listening to music. He'd like friends but thankful for the few loyal ones he has. He could be himself open up vent without his feelings being ignored or belittled since he was okay being vulnerable while others seen him as weak and preyed on his because they assumed he wouldn't do anything. Trying to relax is hard so much on the mind. Overwhelmed too much at once thinking about dating, after being in failed relationships learning to be alone. loving yourself after feeling unworthy devalued being with the wrong person.
Failed friendships all the gossip when he told them straight up. Everything came around when he called them on it they had the nerve to be upset trying to flip the script. He valued them and they trashed him that's what hurt the most.
He worked hard flustered they hired the lazy guy over him. He hung in there toughed it out worked harder asking if he was in the right place or was it time for him to move on. He love the community of people learned so much because he was open to learn and grow.
His dreams made sense to him while others caller him crazy. Saying no one like him can do it so it made him want it more. He never wanted to give up, who he was to be accepted told himself make the most of things even if they ****. Make it better, don't settle for less make the most of what is given.
Always willing to adjust to the encounter adapt to the situation. Pondering the next move brainstorming ideas

The power hungry egotistical couple expected and demanded of others. Some had less but happy; while having it all wasn't enough. He was single no kids made the most of things thankful made the most of everything. He was use to the number opposing him since he had freedoms but kept it simple. Any move or comment bothered them because he didn't want to take an ear full or let their labels keep him down.
He was working for his everyday not seen as the best but working hard giving his best. The merit on hid shoulder got him more hate. He learned to just do not talk or be scared he learned by doing. Took constructive criticism well and worked to earn his spot. Even if the deck was rigged not in his favor he work to win them over he never made it personal but took what was suppose to be done serious.

They made his dreams forbidden making him want it more. Being set on the back burner doing things behind the scenes working ******* the down low. He had a moment talking to his brother a moment to reflect the outcome of a series of events that occured over the years. His mind raced for answers the moment had passed him by all that he can do was ponder how things could've been done differently.
He didn't want to make it about him so he decided to mind his mouth, fade out of the picture. He stopped showing up. Let them win because he knew the conflict was not going to ever be resolved, so much favoritism. All he wanted was to learn and grow not feed egos clash with imposers that ruined his efforts to feed their starving machismo.

He felt misplaced working to fit in and belong to be kept out. Tired of being ignored denied he stood tall walking alone. He was called a rebel focused on his work his life time projects. He wanted to help but couldn't get involve but did listen to understand. Learned listen but most observant. A mouth full of tangents tell one story while deceitful actions with alternative motive.
He crossed paths hoping not to bump heads due to conflict of interest. His opinion always became a problem questioning failing authority figures

He watched films, and wanted to create his own the characters, unique people he wanted to be like. He like to write dialog, say things he wish he said In the moment. He didn't like people talking about him so he did what was important. He learned fast that others will have something to say, regardless what is said or done.
Writing caused him drama; how did so much bad end up with what he loved. His thoughts being used against him trying to debate the topic but its a passing idea or thought always open to grow. His mind wanted others try to find ways to flip it against him all he wanted was to express himself.
Not talking about anyone but how the situation made him feel and asking how did it end up this far after a while it didn't bother or get to him anymore.

He embraced silence tired of being told how to think. Not easy to open up since its not safe to open up. He wrote so he wouldn't be lost in his thoughts. After analyzing the situation up and down; all around till it lost meaning. Did it mean anything, did it matter?
He worked hard to stand out while some did nothing making him out to be a threat because he actually cared showed interest. All he did was make it easy for himself if others benefited it was a bonus.
Burned out from the sun lots of yard work. Not a lead but leading by example. He worked trying to get in while those **** up given the opportunity.
He was a harder worker busting his never kissing up. He believed his hard work stood on his own. He didn't complain or bicker just trying to leave his print make a difference

Use to be a lead learning to be part of the team use to being solo. Showing up isn't enough being reliable and dependable no life outside of that more rules to follow being lead to another location. Adapting to the ways and adjusting to new people trying to keep it flowing mindset growing and changing.

He woke up sore and sunburned trying to redeem what was lost. The standards were high and now they are gone, let go a new lead no control. Picking up all the slack dealing with a two face another case of getting caught up.
Questioning where to go and does it matter. Making a difference at what cost so much on the line redefined. Trying to move up at the bottom working to belong this doesn't feel right so much has gone wrong. Trying to make it right minding this mouth it will cause drama.
Don't care to make things worse trying to do what's right. Giving everything earning that pay. Roughing it out being strong building character a yeah player being played holding a large load ready to move on let it go being pulled ripped apart in different directions.

Focused on the prize social life fading away
Use to go out not fun or the same anymore
Always following rules most kept him out
Being pulled in many directions any but back
The guilt clouded his mind staying strong
Heavy burdens crushing the caring heart
Beating strong for them never selfish
Still moving forward with the pain
Can't do it the same not that person
Old emotions and thoughts have risen
Can't be that person live that way anymore
Out grew this the past labels don't fit
Overtime lost meaning not in that place
Those old ways not going back there

On the outside looking in feeling like everything is diluted. someone are real others are lost in their own world. In the mind their safe place. Use to be an open book now selective about who gets to read. Now always interesting, willing to learn dk the answers. Always open to help the stress of not doing enough struggling to get by.
Wanted it more than most it was short lived.
He didn't get his hopes up made the most of things. Adapted and adjusted to the situation.

Sometimes he filled the void and took on all the burdens. He thought it would lead to opportunity, so many detours roadblocks.
Left with doubt emotions are shot not sure how to feel. Cared too much it was never enough.
Once he stopped caring it was hard for him to show any interest or emotions. He wasn't about that life anymore. They robbed him of it then tried to give it back. The life he wanted he couldn't have. He was tired of the compromise settling for the alternatives. Made the most of it didn't care to fit in, or belong.
Got deep in thought lost in the transition over the years.

He put in work back and forth with the gloves going through the motions. His memory was sharp. He felt free from all those things that burdened him. The people who didn't believe, or think highly of him.
Clearing his mind doing it for himself. Even if he failed, he had to prove it his worth. Prove them wrong shut them up. He knew his abilities was tired of the extra pressure tired of being set up to fail. He gave his all even if it's not enough. They'll call him sensitive because he cared. They'll make him out to be entitled because he had a different perspective.
He questioned things and everyone was mad because he didn't follow or mind his mouth since he didn't agree. He wouldn't turn a blind eye the truth was told now everyone is mad holding a grudge. He didn't want trouble but they came at him when all he wanted was to be fair. He felts wiped out and pushed it did hurt but he learned to be okay with it.

A group of rejects who came together for the greater good. The black sheep composed hard to go back all ******* up. There's no going back, already failed once. Already know the outcome been there before. Feeling captured, by others false perceptions.
Those mistakes he's trying to forget while they are held over his head trying to manipulate and control him. He was frustrated with them all these double standards. He walked away this wont go away.
The change was hard because they kept bring up the past. He was never forgiven or accepted he learned to be okay with it since he wasn't hurting anyone. He didn't want to spread it so he let it die within himself.

He started to draw he always wanted to make a comic but shading was complicated. He could see it in his head not able to put it on the page. While writing he could explain it talking about it made the feelings come into existence sometimes it mattered other times it was passing.
He stayed single because his difficult relationships made him be and act like someone else he said never again. All he wanted was to be loved and accepted while being torn apart for tough love. He made it easy for his partner while she made it hard for him to be comfy in his own skin. He was never materialistic he believe it was about how you treated people even if they wronged him and did him *****.
People would come and go like the seasons he didn't fight for them since they wanted out who was he to come between their happiness. His chapter was over thankful for the memories and good times during those dark periods.

He had his person, so he can talk to bounce ideas off. Sometimes he'd listen other times. In his head he thought it was a brilliant but he was wrong lots of twists and turns failed outcomes. Things never went according to plan another outcome that was unexpected. He felt broken and took himself apart and reconstructed himself so he could be better. Told who to be and how to act didn't make sense. He knew his story, knew what he was pursuing. Disappeared so it would just fade away.
He tried to communicate things got worse. No one would come to terms always open to others while they denied and rejected his being. He'd think way too much and write about. He never wrote about people but the situation. How it made him feel coping is hard told not to show any emotions and move on.
Having an opinion made out to be crazy for sharing another way of how things could be done. Some expect him to change but its never good enough. He had enough to deny himself was the worse feeling ever. He didn't know how to act or what to say. Why bother hoping to find a place to feel accepted and belong. Letting go was easier than holding on.

His plan was to get hired since the job helps pay for school. He's been one to pick up the slack his hopes up past due. Wondering if it would ever happen, walking away from certain people he felt shame, didn't want to let others down. Trying to take on too much its never enough or he lightens up on his effort feeling cheated. He thought he knew things got blurred had no clue.
Trying to rest mind racing mentally the body tired trying to get back in this routine. He asked and wondered what he should be doing tired frustrated running out of moves. Feeling out of places to go burnt out feeling excluded left out a team player with no team.