Dust

There is something sitting on both my shoulders
the evil and the good in one ear out the other
one voice is sweet and the other is so so colder
the right and the wrong have voices 
feeling like there is a good side to me than a really bad side
I am here to take control of this ride you call life
days I feel like giving up days I feel like living it up
I feel stuck every moment I know it I should own it
feel the fiber of life emerge from within where do I begin
or have I begun I am strung along
right nor wrong wrong nor right
fight the fight light the world with light
rage the fire contained in a cage pent up
built up frustrations everyday human emotions
in one ear I hear evil thoughts in the other I hear what is right
so if you ever feel like giving up continue to fight
you are needed in this world as much as I am so I wont
do it I promise I am here to the end or when the lord calls my name
I will die proud not in vein lift my head up
until the dying day and there is nothing left to see or say
but dust.             -TA

Copyright © Todd Aguilar Jr. | Year Posted 2018

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