Yes I

yes i I have been on a walk a long walk this walk worked out a lot passion with in my heart so I bleed with scorns of messages called poetry so yes I yes I yes I keep writing till the end of time yes I come talk a walk with me don't worry about the distance we are on same shoes if you realise we are both trapped in a world of lies so when you bleeds in side your soul what was your first motive cos with our disappointment you could have been on your realities were happiness is the out come of all the sacrifice we give in pain so now you feel why I bleed to this writes called poetry yes I yes I yes I keep writing till the end of time yes i am a young soul trapped in a world of illusion were adult go wild in calamities while the young watch in confusion yet no one cares so now I keep walking the journey still far as justice is on exile while humanity is scarce more every new day now we are just shadows in clothes of suffering flesh our reality has turn sow despite our believes we still got a long journey a journey too wild in this journey yes I yes I yes I keep writing till the end of time yes I yes I yes I am not perfect yes I yes I am a prisoners in of my thought cos the world lack so many obvious truth yes I yes I chose to be human yes I yes I am not in the reality of justice yes I yes I must be alive while I live yes I yes I can write my songs and now is called poetry!