Awake for the first time my eyes do see. What this life has given to me . Standing by the road a bag at my side. Beaten and alone but knowing i tried. Not afraid or even in a state of confusion. I wait for another day filled with illussion. No tears do i shed or sweat do I break. For in my mind this is my own mistake. Travel I will with no where to go. Not in a hurry so taking it slow. My mind does remember the boy I once saw. With out a clue that life has a flaw. So onward I go across this great land. With only a bag in my hand.
