Reality has formed a shell around
my soul, knowing, I am homeward bound
Truth is the answer, in this subserviant plot
they need to know, I have not forgot
When a soul is hurt, battered about
time is the seed, that makes it stout
Questions are often my mindful guest
wanting answers, this my quest
My quest to find, adhere to the good
knowing thus far, I've done the 'should'
I've often wanted, to know the reason why
though for me, concrete blocks are my blue sky
Time will tell, brush away the leaves
allowing my work, the rolling of sleeves
This journey has shown, good and bad
allowing me to thank, for what I've had
Future is opposite, of a persons' past
for me it will show, I'm made to last
Alive for a reason, future is my friend
knowing my life, is on the mend
So, when reality has formed a shell around you
look around, do whats right, please stay true.
January 28,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really very good - an enjoyable read, philosophical write.