Life

Fri, 01/20/2017 - 02:35 -- abatta

One year, huh? Three hundred and sixty five days

Each second with the potential to switch your life up in millions of different ways

What am I doing right now? Tomorrow?

Will a few years from right now bring me today's sorrow?

How will I look when I turn twenty-three?

Will the same people right now, all still support me? 

Will the universe bring back all the demons I've fought?

Guess a lot of these questions depend on a whole awful lot

Like where I go to school, my job, and my choices 

Or if I decide to listen to my heart or my head's voices 

There's a lot of different ways this could really turn out 

"This" referring to my life and what it's all about 

But what is life, if that's not way too cliche 

To be lost, sad, unsure of 'what now' and 'which way'

But no lie, I'll choose my own fate 

I will drive by that fork in the road and go straight 

And that's Immortal Technique for those who don't listen 

Learned there's a lot more that meets the senses with music and vision

A year can give you insight to so much, be a curse and a blessing 

Like how God gave me newfound strengths, but took my stepdad from me

Can I feel things when I hear 'em? Can I look past things I see?

Cause I can say this ten times over, things aren't always what they seem to be 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

Comments

aniayan99

Deep.. I love it

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