humble man with traits one cannot fatham,
he walks with his head high,
his legs and back stright and strong,
body with muscles as meak as a millionares pocket,
mind is open but controlled,
assigned with a number as his brothers,
the extent he will go is an infinaite plethera,
for his country without even really wanting to.....

not knowing what to do,
the path to pursue,
your boundries have an infinate plethera,
with no guide to come over ya,
ideas flow your head,
as you lay in bed,
with questionalbe authority,
with the life in the city...

you wake up everyday for something better to come your way,
but it never does;
you hold a grudge,
all around seems to make sence,
everyone else doesn't seem to think it does.....
you hold a grudge
your life is in perfect order as you intend it ought to be,
you open your eyes and see the light shining upon you;
it shows your path as you lead the way to live day after day...
the others don't understand your works,your life, your dreams,your fortitude,your smile,and your character but you..
striving to make your dreams come true...........

moving slow,
no movements,
striking upon me
thought faded,
forseeking destiny,
slowly my shadow moves as my body stands still,
bold but blunt
just me myself and I
as my life passes me by....

absolute dream
werabouts is obsolete
conversing to an elder
as my mind is spinning through
helter skelter
to bring myself back
staying away from my mind attack
sleeping into the night
trying to breach the perfect limelight
as i spin down into a tunnel
of frequency
spriling down like a funnel
to find me
i map my next place ahead
feeling as my face is turning red
casting a new element almost need an antidote
or supplement
i hear
an awnswer
calling......
a sense of free...
falling;
i awake the day bright and blue
so maybe i'll find something new.............