Free Cee While You Were Gone

WHILE YOU WERE GONE I never cared about those who never cared nor those who dared they couldn't but I saw beyond the horizon and I always knew the wrong direction from which the sun would rise in so i'd follow a course set by causation and a plot preconceived by perspiration they all warned me about despair but I never cared about people who told me “they care” and that path led me to become a “week-end warrior” just on the weekend the rest of the week I tried not to gaze around the bend then I added Wednesday because the weekend was too far away and that's how I got to where I am today waking up at five a.m. To get ready for my search and each trip would begin with a prayer in an old oaken church praying that i'd find what I so desperately need and then Jesus reminded me that living the way I was is not why he was made to bleed so I seek around corners for faces I recognized and those who held what I wanted-- I surmised so I, a seventeen year old kid followed a man until what was done was done I followed him into a chipping lead painted hallway and he produced his gun then there were the nights I made sure I had a wake-up shot shoot some dope and take a few hits of pot but i'd go to where I knew my stash was but so did he I mean a roommate who stole my wake-up shot callously oh and the sweats of sickness when I had no dope no dreams, no agenda, no guru, I was only filled with hope first i'd be sweating and then i'd want to cry but I never wanted to die I didn't want to die because some cared and some never dared so I laid out my secret life and I mean I laid it out nakedly and bared yet I never faulted those who should have but never cared with sincerity but then I realized, why should anyone care about me if I didn't care about me? © 2012...copyright PHREEPOETREE ….~free cee!~