To What Do I Owe the Pleasure
to this life i live
for every breath i am
forced to breeth
to this existance
where i have a voice
to the places
where i have no choice
to the reasons
that i toil
for the child
that was not spoiled
to intentions that
motivated my invention
what am i ?
who am i ?
and where am i going?
what's guiding my feet to
where they are going
what guides my thinking
to what i am knowing
what inspires my voice and hand
to speak and write what i am
what does my future and past say
about my today
and if i die will my mission
be compleat
did i say enough
did i write enough
did i do enough
to who and what do these things matter
to me? what do i have?
to God? oh God what have i done?
to the world? yes, i left my mark
maybe a bruse but not a scar
i reached for the stars
climbed the mightest mountian
and gave 110%
and you say my reward
is with in me
all i can say is
please don't ask me
to do it again
i couldn't put myself throught it
except to know that
next time will be harder than this time
that what didn't kill me last time
might kill me this time
has my spirit been broken
or my gold been refined
how strong do i look
brokendown crying
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2013
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