Monday, July 2, 2012

Alive In The Lights

From the beginning I knew I was different. I embraced it, but you didn't. I won't fall like the rest of them,who have come and gone with the wind. I hear the doubt in the back of your mind but still I'll see this through to the end. Maybe if you paid more attention, asked more questions and actually listened you would see this is not just a dream, but a path I've chosen that means everything to me.

What more do I have to do to finally prove myself to you? What is it that you need to see to finally believe this is who I'm supposed to be? Most days I feel like your punching bag, but I will never let it hold me back. I just wish for once you knew how it felt to be brought down lower than everything else. Don't you care to see the difference I've made? Listen closely, the highways call my name. Don't you see this is my everything? It may not seem right to you and you might not approve but it's real. This is the only thing that makes me feel. This is who I am. This is my life.

What will be written on your tombstone? You sat behind a desk. You had no backbone. What will be written on your tombstone? You sold your soul, grew old alone. Would you prefer that I become a lifeless, hollow shell such as yourself? Would you prefer that I give up my dreams and lose all hope just like everyone else? Don't you see the lives that have been saved? Listen closely, the highways call my name. Don't you see this is my everything? It may not seem right to you and you might not approve but it's real. This is the only thing that makes me feel.

1 comment:

You probably disagree, have your say. Not that I'll give a **** ;-)

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