My Way Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I was made early to be aware of my uniqueness.
And the feeling of being distanced.
But my curiosities about life...
Had too many questions.
I had asked them.
And I wanted them answered.

And I am very demanding...
If I am here to fulfill the will of my Father...
Somebody is coming up with some answers.
And I am not in the mood to play....
'Let's blindfold the ghost chasers'.

'Feeling a 'little' touchy?
Like 'you' da only one, huh? '

No, Father.
It is not like that at all.

'Then wassup?
What's goin on with the 'mope'?
Snap, crackle and pop out of it! '

I was made early to be aware of my uniqueness.
And the feeling of being distanced.
But my curiosities about life...
Had too many questions.
I had asked them.
And I wanted them answered.

And sometimes, my Father...
I think You are the one there,
For play.
At our expense.

'Let's just say...
I prefer things done My way!
Thanks, Frank...
For delivering My sentiments,
Exactly!

I'm out...From Brutha G!
Welcoming you to have your peace.
Delivered to you on the Inside!
Where I am 'in' and 'out' as well!
Butr now...
I'M Out! '

It was Paul!

'Paul?
What are you talking about? '

Anka. Anka!

'And...
Is it still not MY Way? '