Life goes on so my body is on auto pilot with no effort it flows with the traffic of everyday life.
My mind however, races like street cars at night.
Some nights, I look up and focus on the stars far away light.
I could shout into the air but no one will hear.
If I get into a jam, will no one will be there..? Damn, no one is here.
In this world ever changing, nothing is fair.
The harder I fight I can’t stop the stress from pulling my hair.
I fight the world on my own… Guess it doesn’t matter…. -Sigh-
I could shout in the air. Cry out in fear.
But alas it won’t matter. If no one cares, then no one will hear.
With that said, I let my pen meet my liver.
And with the blood ink that it leaks, these words I deliver.
"I loved, I fought, I bled now I die."
I can only look back at life as I face the sky.
Then I think to myself; I hope my soul can fly.
I’ve turned the other cheek and forgave the unforgivable.
Not much for going to church but still I was spiritual.
My hart made me lyrical and my passion was in vision.
Animations entertainment…. What a life I could have been living.
Now, my last vision is the stars far away light.
For what seem like hours its glow is the focus of my sight.
With my last breath I release a silent shout in the air. A cry out in fear.
But alas... It doesn’t matter. No one cares…No one hears.