A Somebody Something

I was once trapped in the many past wrongs now days I'm doing what it takes for a better life in the very few rights. Im writing through these violent dark hard days while thinking life thoughts in the easy peaceful bright nights. I search for hope of something living in this despair of nothingness looking for a past future unknown in the mind's sight. I see what I see in my purpose of my own destiny. I'm walking incarcerated while my mind is running free. So I am told I will be a nobody like many who never amount to nothing I am told I got no where to hide after all that wasted running But as inmate I know when I get out I will be A SOMEBODY SOMETHING.