OFF INTO THE WORLD
when i was young
there was always someone with the answers
to whatever question i had regarding life
because times where so simple then
now i have grown old
not really that old
but older then i was
on the verge of manhood
a scary thing
for a kid in the 90's
when the world is at odds
and everyday is a struggle
not to survive
but to be happy
anyone can survive
but not everyone can be happy
each day differs
and times i wish i was dead
but i realize
that's the cowards way out
there's so much i want to do
so much to see
will i have the time
will i have the means
will i have the desire
will i have the strength
to wake up each day
and get out of bed
will i still be alive
when world war 3 is declared
how many people will i meet
how many people will i see die
how many people will i love
how many people will break my heart
a heart that is still young
still small and fragile
will it harden like a rock
or will it be like a flower
and attract others
and get trampled on
by some immature asshole
will i be an asshole
in the minds of others
will i be a tyrant
will others die at my hands
or will i die at their hands
hands that shape the world
and pat you on the back
when you do a good deed
and smack you on the ass -
till tears fall
when you do something bad
will i do bad things
become an outlaw
or a gunslinger
bankrobber or killer
or will i be patted on the back
for becoming a pacifist
or a priest
lover and diplomat
to mend the edges
of the circle of life
that is becoming square
and bad
will i see world peace
for more than one day
or will people forget about it
because it requires effort
and "hey it just ain't natural"
so lets kill some more
because to kill
is easier than to think
will the mind be unlocked
and spread forth thoughts
of good and bad
and make others think
and realize that the world ain't all that bad
and years of oppression and hatred
are in the past
with each new day
the slate is wiped clean
but the same people are writing on it
so maybe thats the problem
maybe they don't belong
so lets kick them aside
and allow others to write
you never know
they might even come up with something
that you have missed
a simple overlook
in your hurry
to the market
or the office
or your house
that you have bought
for a wife
that won't be yours for long
and kids
who won't even know your name
name of the tyrant
that beat mommy
and threw us away
will i be like that
will i lose my wife
to the temper of my upbringing
who will i have to blame
besides myself
who else is there
it's only me
and no one gives a damn
about the good i do
only the bad gets noticed
because people like to hear about it
make's them shake their head
and scream for the remote
because it gets old really fast
just like life
it goes by in a second
and you never seem to notice it passing
until it's gone
and you never seem to take the day
for all that it's worth
you could be dead tommorrow
and you'll have nothing to show
except some dead AAA batteries
because you never get off your ass
you know change is needed
so do something
will i bring about change
will i be the one
who is remembered for changing the world
or will i just change some batteries
or will i make the batteries
in a dead end minimum wage job in a sweatshop
where i sweat my blood
to make some batteries
for your lazy ass
will i own the company
will i get to lay off millions
and send the jobless home
to tell their wives to pack their bags
bags made of leather
that come from the skin
of some poor defenseless animal
that was raised to be slaughtered
not loved
raised to be worn
will i be turned into a coat
when aliens invade
because we never thought it could happen
and we are the highest race there is
it doesn't get much better than us
if where the best there is
i would love to meet our maker
will i meet him sooner than i'd like
will he welcome me home
because i followed the right path
that has been preached and fought over
or will i be cast away
like a stone in a pond
will i sink to the bottom
and be forgotten
eroded away
by roaring currents of water
brought forth from the air
and giver of life
will i drown in the sorrow
or will i be rescued by a savior
who risked himself for me
but gets hit by a truck a day later
and who was there to save him
where was i
i was sleeping
dreaming of a better place
where color just don't matter
and people are people
and no one cares if your big or small
because where all one
i came from the same place you did
will i ever have the chance to make another
will i ever want to if the time comes
why should i do it
its a form of abuse
to bring another into this world
change it first
then think about another
will i die alone
or will i have friends
to see me off and say their farewells
will i die in an accident
or by a bomb
made by some crazy person
who really can't be punished
because he was following his beliefs
and he is the most honest man around
he knows what he is
and he proclaims it
makes the couch potato see
what is going on in a foreign land
but each day
the dead get closer to home
and soon the family is no more
the TV is dark and dusty
because there is no one to feed it
will i be the repairman
who comes to fix it
just like a dealer
handing out some crack
will i be a richman
or a man of poverty
will i ever know the answers
to all the questions i have
i haven't got them yet
and there's no one left to turn to
anymore at least
for my age that is
i meant my maturity
no, for my mind
Reason for writing:
Ireally don't know.... i just was kind of depressed, decided to write..
and 45 minutes later this came out... please let me know what
you think!!!!
I submitted it because, everyone who has read it
has said it was really good!!
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