Unfamiliar Route

Life is a route they say, And I choose the rooted route, For the root will hold the fruit, And the shoot will ever be strong, But somehow there is a question, Where am heading to really? I need to be directed and led, For I am injected with neglect, Dejected and never corrected, Where are my mentors, I ask, Hiding, misguiding or backsliding? Will I manage the unfamiliar route? I once was a pilgrim to haven, Now sure I am a victim of ravens, Torn and bleeding, nowhere to hide, Exposed to unfamiliar dangers, Imposed new and bad cultures, Inhaling of dirty, uncouth mist. I once used to shine as a skyline, I would dine with the prominent, To get advices and spices of life, Now at the bottom line for sure, And in a topsy-turvy state, oh no! Will I manage the unfamiliar route? I have decided, to go on my way, I sure will attain the unattainable, Make lifeless regardless of kindness, And holding a gun and not for fun, One two three,Boom!Boom!Boom! Do or die! Not a movie but reality. Will run to Fathers,Nuns and Pastors, Not for repentance but vengeance, Go to the neighbours and daughters, Snatch their precious from them, Oh boy!I have much condemnation, With less and less determination. I am loosing my way surely, boy! The route is getting nasty and nastier, My roots are getting weak and weaker, My fruits will now get bitter and bitter, Am labouring and toiling in vain really, Digging, harvesting nothing in seasons. Dear listeners, I have a question, And a suggestion for your digestion, Do you want me really to achieve, Make strong my root,my fruit will enjoy, My future don’t destroy, make it! And I manage the unfamiliar route.