Time and time again I seem to rebuild,
and the things that I see will never reach my fill,
I amount to a song, maybe tones, maybe not,
but the ones who understand me know I love a lot.
The stress in the can at times infiltrate,
leaving me in a stance feeling quite irate,
but the world wont stop for the stresses of me,
so the sunshines again when I'm ready to see.
The world isn't simple in anyway that I thought,
and at times it can seem all good when it's not,
but the clock hand turns into memories to be,
so Smile Big, Laugh hard, Love much, and Fly Free.
another poem by my brother...Jamiel Allen!
