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!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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