not really confused but questioning my own existense
if i am not apart of the solushon then i am apart of the problem
maybe this is why i write
to make excuses on how i am easing life with words
when rather people starve to death while i write my troubles to you
all i can think is action not words
wonder what would please a homless mother more
my scribbled thoughts or a bowl of soup
take a step back...actually take two...
seems like a second choice is better in most situations
with a second look the hot bowl seemed much better
should we blame her
struggle is what i show you which only piles on with the struggle we live through
why bother...struggle upon struggle does not make peace
guess when troubles rises i should search till the end
but when troubles rises i find peace through a pen and a pad
seems writing eases the trouble....knowing i am too only existing
shit cant think of a good line (another dies off)
I dreamt of a women who asked to me to explain to her in a sketch of my exitsense in life
no explanation i took the second choice and drew her blanks on blue lines
(another)
so i ask myself have i made my mark in life
how could i do that with a ink less pen
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