From the very start there was never a definitive answer on how to live Life is a path with ups and downsLife is a struggle that only you…
My road is not empty
My road is not meaningless
The Ebony Body is shackled in irons
The Ebony Body is whipped and prodded
Time flies by when I am holding his hand
I will,
Be on top of my assignments
My road is not like any others, whose is?
Lives an old man inside an orange painted house
My road is not
A path of hate or destruction where no one can live
My road is notSomething that can easily be followed
At one point in time, we were lovers….even if it seemed it was only under the covers…
My road is not smooth
My road is filled with spikes and dents
Mind, body, and heart are all missing the one.