It's Up To The Beholder Poem by Jay Press

Tommrow is farther away then it's ever been
The farther i walk down this road
The longer it gets
What i ask myself
Is who's fault is it?
Only to a certain extent i cannot take blame
Responsibility cannot be escaped
Because our destiny is in our own hands
Life's reaction to the proper demand
And I am what I am because of what I am
If i wanted to be different
Or I wanted something different
Then I should of chose so
Now the sweet wind blows
To the tune of the man who never goe's