Look at my life.
I'm not seeing it right.
Despite the crimes against me.
Things are not being held bright.
At times, I look around.
I've seen nothing but clowns.
People Playing King.
But nothing.
It's as it sounds.
But simply discrowned
Frowned.
Due to the mishaps.
That made them leave.
That had'em.
Dropped down.
Buried'em in work.
It hurts.
When a life.
Has to stop.
To mop up the nonsense.
That's constantly constant.
That was created by childish acts.
Put together.
But not worth crap.
Created by others.
For what purpose?
Just service.
For those.
They're not worth it.
Life simply flutters.
Times quickly utter.
The lost.
Of freedom that sputters.
To play a game.
That's not found for you.
A play proved.
Which move to choose?
That you're the real person to come to.
Counteract.
What has already acted?
I see the drought.
That has the mind simply created.
Over ideas.
That hides the doubt.
Don't flip or flop.
You have a grand spot.
Idea.
So things don't disappear.
Evil is meager.
Have to stop to feed ya.
Plant ideas to treat ya.
That grows like a fever.
In a land of snow.
Seeing nothing but hope.
That's the only way to grow.
Fights happen.
In every season.
Despite the reason.
To Ultimately
Have a
Purpose.
You must
Have
Something
To
Believe in.
