Roads Poem by phillip seymore

God sends me down different paths but i wish it was the ones i selected the roads he choses to send me down are bumpy and prove to be to heck-tic he has shown well to never show me wrong so he knows that he is respected i just wish my dreams weren't being neglected because my souls being torn and affected i think if there were no evil being detected we wouldn't be the great chains that hold well connected but there is a heat that is being injected and me and u are being intersected im free for open surgery im unprotected you had high hopes for me i was expected to be perfected and greatness was suspected i just wish i had time to correct it pain and sorrow i left it so now that i have been erected your the president i elected cause my soul is Tylenol and refuses to be infected the only virus that i alow to get past is the ones i let in