A letter to God

Written by: Ace X

I'm tired of writing poetry, but with this last piece of hope i try to summarize everything because ill be gone any day . If everyone is learning who am i to feel different? It cant be the ego for even he has folded his hand. Its not even the memories. Its the look i give and whats felt between us while things happen to others. I guess that's life. Whats a prison sentence when i live like this? One king will one day read this and feel my love and state of mind. We have a game to play, and one which will smile yet a smile isnt what we are after. It is the greatest high. It is my ego after-all. To have known i was a man, a weak man that couldn't deal with reality so he changed the world for the better, the perfect better.