This Life

From the very start there was never a definitive answer on how to live Life is a path with ups and downs
Life is a struggle that only you…

My Road is

My road is not empty

My road is not meaningless

Sand

The Ebony Body is shackled in irons

The Ebony Body is whipped and prodded

Distance

Time flies by when I am holding his hand

I

I will,

Be on top of my assignments

I will,

My Unique Road

My road is not like any others, whose is?

Old Man, Please

Lives an old man inside an orange painted house

My Road

My road is not

A path of hate or destruction where no one can live

My Road

My road is not
Something that can easily be followed

Listen learned

At one point in time, we were lovers….even if it seemed it was only under the covers…

My Road Is Me

My road is not smooth

My road is filled with spikes and dents

Burn baby burn!

Mind, body, and heart are all missing the one.