Scorned words broken On your floor of Glass Cutting like a machete In an overgrown Rainforest As the rain trickles Off my Back A lost soul Roaming the world Aimlessly, lacking Greatness, never instilled Riddled with Wonder of What a father Is Only left with what He Isn't Lost the game Of love But won Solitude In it's Realist form Living the reality Of A cruel world With a heavy Chip A solider Trained most Inhumane Having left with No choice Surviving is Life's game You live or You die Bleakness in sight Of nowhere In particular Just knowing Your always Somewhere Short Of a dream