Many days have came and went.
Many hours have pasted me by.
Still i sit here,
wondering why.
these things seem to pass me by.

i know not everything,
can be so black and white.
maybe what i crave is peace at night

the burning within.
craving satisfaction.
makes me wonder what i did wronge.
is it my hair?
the cloths i wear?
the friends ive made?
the tragic gernade,
that has been placed on my life.
telling me to serender,
time will only tell weither it explodes or i defeat it.
life is a card game.
draw the wronge card and you serender your winnings,
fallow carefully and you will suceed.