Mama Was Unsure of a Cure

MAMA WAS UNSURE OF A CURE Just like life my dreams always end for me Another day to fake what they want me to be Put on a tie or don a pair of old blue jeans Yet I don’t know what my dreams or my life really means It’s been difficult to understand why I survive And I know not where and when I will arrive So I run to my mother and I ask her for advice And she says “son, too oft life is lived for a price” “but mama,” I beg, “how great is that cost, because as of now I feel totally lost?” She couldn’t answer that query without mitigation And she didn’t want to give me any false information Where I am headed is a question only fate can reveal And I know what you sow you will reap and that is for real Reality is something I’ve tried to avoid for far too long But then I say “my mama couldn’t have been wrong” So as sure as tomorrow I will probably awake With no black tie affairs nor parties to partake Because I know not how they want me to act All I know is there have been too many of life’s answers I’ve lacked © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!