Many times a day I always sit alone and think. Of all the times I wished to live a certain way. For all these demons to go away, or the times hoping for someone to take me away.
Many times a day I think about a cause. How can I make the world a better place for us? A purpose in life a way to reach for the stars. Elevate the pros and diminish the cons. Aim for the gold while appreciating the bronze.
Many times a day I wonder what life is all about. Throughout the route, with or without a cause makes my heart errupt in drought as I take the route to become better no doubt.
I think about this and the many times I could have done so much. Become part of the rush, being a better judge but without the grudge my purpose a crutch.
But I am just a frustrated poet who sometimes forget to live in the moment.
