Poems are my purpose, my resolve
A analyzable way to express myself
Follow along as you feel involve
To a meaning that could include yourself.
There are common justifications one could transcribe resembling lyrics
However my lyrics are terminologies that could not be voiced
Words that were and are my walking sticks
As an injury that was not my choice.
What I say may not seem understandable
You ask what do you mean by choice
They are afflictions that are very expandable
Solely allowing whimpers from my voice
Those words, I suppose derange around one meaning
Something that I crave in this world's kingdom
However it seems like troubles keep intervening
Barricading me from my freedom.
I write such lyrics as a way to escape
While in turn helping those who are blind
In hope that the world may change shape
As we are lost in our subconscious mind
We are prisoners of society
When we will reach out for the right thing
Why allow to be called a variety
Why not be called inspiring.
I write when I am lost or when I cannot say what I want too
In hope that someone might hear my calls of plea
Maybe luck will finally follow through
And someone will come to help me.
There are others who feel this way
Lost, alone, confused, and chained
No matter what we do, no matter what we say
It would only be strained.
Poems mean to me freedom and a source of assistance
A voice that speaks for myself and others who cannot respond
Giving them a place that's more than just existence
A world where everyone has a common bond.