the change of weather... change of life

stuck with being a pleb...
no time or energy to look away from the machines...
grinding so much to eat...
to see the blood on my knuckles...
neglect of every sort was a killer...
maturity is not an excuse...
even if i fall back to this place...
i should still rise avoiding the faults in adulthood...

tangled up on stupidity

spent the better part of young years chasing, some kind of madness that had no proper end...
working hard at trying to untangle over years just as long the chase...
they say decades and life times bring those hearts together again...
but even if the world said my name and shone on me...
the fates would always say that was then and this is your future...
no more tangled madness of youth you are a man...

soo many times around and around

to be someones fool...
always the punching bag...
waiting for the true love shine through...
from all the barbs and embarrassment...
a young man must be the fool to understand...
everything that he needs to have as a true a man...
all the fights and bruised egos give way...
to some kind of peace in the future...