Be strong you’ll make it home

How can I be so strong

Yet be so weak

Always striving to be on top

Yet always facing defeat

Constantly fighting my urges

To take it back to the streets

Contemplating if this life I live

Is the life for me

One thing I know for sure

My heart never skips a beat

I listen to my inner voice when it speaks

It said there is no reason to go back to the streets

Start fresh, climb to the peak

Look out for those who are weak

Keep moving forward down this new street

Over coming everything, even defeats

Contemplating if this life I live is the life for me

Or is there something else that the universe has in store for me

My choices are my decisions or are they my destiny

Will I always stand alone or will someone stand next to me

Its these types of questions that add to life’s complexity

One thing leads to another and eventually I start to see

All my emotions building up inside of me

They take control of my mind, unfortunately

Creating an entirely new destiny

That is only if I allow them to get the best of me

My thoughts and actions burst out of control

Describing my views towards society as a whole

Never do I ask the universe for control

I have accepted who I am and who I want to be, an old soul

Like a thorn in a rose bush I poke holes

My individuality, like a night light, glows

My perceptions are my reality

I’m always at home

Cut from a different fabric, then sown

Put these words out there to loan

A piece of mind for those who feel alone

I’ll walk the path with you until you make it home


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