The Evolution of Myself

Time.....

Time is what you make of it,

like the time I spend with my kids.

The times that I think out loud,

times spent as the outcast in the crowd,

the times I rise above the mess,

or times being knee deep in the shit.

The time I spend laughing,

and the times I spend happy.

The time I spend with my mom,

she's the best of them all.

The time I take writing this poem.

The time spent just to get along,

The times filled with love and hate.

That time spent with my mate.

Times when I just go crazy.

Even times that are a bit hazy,

but its what I make with my time,

that opens many doors,

time is time is time.

What will you do with yours?

We will now transition from the shadows, into the darkness. The poison had just finished leaving my system, then I stepped outside, and was hit by a truck.