hysteria

Hysteria 
By Nate kemp
Something's have been flowing through my mind the last few days...
Questions arising about these problems always made...
World full of chaos and life full of lies...
Its a wonder that any of us are here still breathing...still alive...
I was once trying to be called Nate the sublime...
But I got over that within due time...
I thought to myself if we are all alive then how come we are all dying inside...
All walking around on this fine line called life all the time...
In the physical; creeping on the line of death in the spiritual...
Wrote a few lines for a lyrical...
Did a few lines now im here in full...
Hysterical...
Never been in my mind to leave without nothing...
Every trip into my mind has me leaving sublime...
What's the meaning to life if the meaning in the end is just to die...
So what's the since in trying hard if no one else can see you and in the end everyone's sitting there wondering y do u cry...
I wrote a few lines if I said that about 11 years ago I would think it hysterical...
I use to be so illiterate till I was about 6...
People use to stare and go...
But now that I know what I know and I have the power to get it out on these lines allow me to pour you some knowledge then maybe in the end...
They all will know that knowledge is infinite and in its infinity knowledge is power...
So above this poem allow me to tower...