put things on the line,
most of the time,
don't know if things will go as planned,
I continue this journey through-out the land

things are never going to be easy,
to this day I live in uncertainty,
things will never be set in stone,
some things will plan out on their own

Someone that  you used to know,
one little mistake,
they are gone away with- when the wind blows,
want to say sorry but you are a little too late

didn't mean to hurt them,
but I can't help who I am,
they will get over it in time,
for now I just continue to climb

been ignored maybe once or twice,
sat here and heard about all the lies,
time passed,
and now they are back in my life

Stuck in the middle,
you want to cry,
don't want to say goodbye,
you really want to be civil

which person is right?
I will found out tonight,
I will be sad if I choose the wrong way,
I will make my decision sitting by the bay

I know the one I make will be the best for me,
so all of you can let me be,
I am my own person, and I control my life,
Letting you control me-just wouldn't be right

stuck in the middle,
I want to cry,
because I don't want to say goodbye,

I really want to be civil,
but I can't make up my mind

which person is right,
which person is wrong,
I'll find out tonight,
when the wind knocks out their light,

Now I stand by the bay,
and I am sending one of them away.

Don't know if my decision was wise,
you can see the uncertainty in my eyes,
should I go after and plea,
that they will stay with me?

Miles away by now,
I lost my opportunity.

All I need is 60 seconds more,
I'll be on my knees at your front door,
I won't let you leave my sight,
I won't let you disappear into the night

I need 60 seconds to explain,
I am not going to let our friendship go down the drain,
too many left before,
these feelings I refuse to ignore

bigger,
means better,
older,
means smarter,
muscular:
a two faced hustler
comeback after comeback
lie after lie
yet we never know why

No words to explain,
what poetry is in anyway,
the thought trapped inside,
you are the only one that knows the reason why

Poetry comes from the heart,
it is a unique piece of art,
Different than another,
Poetry un-wraps what is hidden underneath your cover.