Story
I sit down in the side walk,
and i wonder that’s all i do
I just start to wonder
my mind becomes like a foolish person
Chasing things i know i cannot have
but those things i know i can have
I tend to disapprove and I disapprove on a lot of things
Like chasing the wind storms
when i should let the winds chase me
or chasing a car
When i know in my mental disability
will always end up hitting me
but this is just what i want to do something important
but so much that much not so important
you see the truth is that the world we live in
isn’t the world we were supposed to live in.
Sing along with the lyrics in this momentary plane
you are welcome to stay, to stay, to stay
as long as you sin, you sin, you sin
I was sitting in the side walk
Now in sitting on the bus
Riding through these emotions and feelings
and misunderstoodness
you can go ahead and search
look for your pockets
because your materialistic
will only be one in the same
but mine, mine
created and invented all games.
This is the difference in the pages.
All my pages run by rages in the stages
Dying to myself there is a better person
That I will like to be
sing along with the lyrics in this momentary song
The are times X2,/when i would look to the skies x2,/ to the skies x3...
Do you remember me sitting in the side walk
then i was sitting in the bus
now I’m writing as I’m walking outside
I’m looking at the bus
so many different building
so many different stories
which one am i
i am the poet
under the shadow of Jesus Christ
led by the holy spirit
praying for misunderstandings.
Here comes my ride that picks me up
not in misunderstandings, nor emotions and feelings
I’m talking about love and a new understanding
this is the end of this story
now comes another story which is and was
on top of my story
but know what yawl can wait another minute...
In : Poetry
