LOST

I feel like I'm stuck with no condition to know where to go next, I've been leaving marks in my brain hoping something leads to success. No part of me will ever give it a rest, I'm to blind by the light, enough not to see my surroundings. Only my wants, not needs, buried seeds that don't get enough sun to breathe. A part of me that's lost because of evil greed, I only think of me, where I want to be, I pray to become a billionaire, so my problems will go away. So I could leave working from 11 to 9 everyday, but sometimes that's not always the case, I'm tired of doing a goose chase, and having all my hard work burn away. I'm not talented in a million ways, I can't use technology like Bill Gates, I'm just a lion trying to find his case. A poet trying to find his way, I'm lost because my potential is great, my honesty is vain, my words are insane, enough to understand, rather if not agreed with, I speak on how life's dangerous, on why we should make changes, I speak truthfully for the children, but I get nothing back, but your words are to negative. My words are more gracious, they don't seem like it now until they vanish, so love it while it's here before it's ashes.