For Man

It’s a journey man Did all go accordingly to plan I swear it was a journey for man The results of a plotted hand It’s a journey man The forgotten me Souvenirs of a begotten plea Did you think I’d change Do you miss me Do not beg upon things You do not wish to see Was it a journey? Twenty years I’ve survived in this tourney Laid it down And across my face Would become a smirk A gift A treasure For those whom would mourn me Given thought Simply driven By the misery happiness brought I stand, I rest As I breathe I demand to receive What you have in your chest Simple flaws of a failure The sorrow from my eyes In no other words could I tell you It’s a journey for man Did all go accordingly to plan I swear it’s been a journey for this man The results of plotted hand It’s a journey man