I am a riffraff-er A child and a ******* angry as a soldier, yet silent. A quack, making no progress and refusing to ever confess arrogant and stuck in my ways My brain aches from all my dilemmas and my heart screams with a passion, without a subject. I have wandered and I have waited I have tried and I have failed. I've hated and shunned Judged and mocked All around me an illusion crumbled Naked, I had been standing Blazed by the sun's light and taunted by the day's wind. Silent still I stand. An observer, distant and impartial. I never participate unseen and unfelt, I linger Barely beyond the borders. I am a quack, glorifying my dreams and turning my back to the scenes. My world crashes My form falters My mind surrenders But my pen still tingles and my desire still crackles. Behind my words I hide My mind's eye, I blind Thinking I must never give in Thinking my star has risen Struggling with the void, I have grown learning nothing, keeping nothing and helping no one. Crazed by an ego that's crying for help. It will not rest until it is appeased its hunger sated and its thirst quenched. And my brain will continue refusing to focus or concentrate until I rest. What am I talking about here ? Does it have a purpose ? or is it just more mindless blabbering ? Pen abuse ? No, no coke for me brother, I do ink now.