OUT OF THE ASHES

I am a man
I struggle
I struggle to escape the stereotype that the world so readily casts on me
Desperately trying ti alleviate the pressures of life
My full time occupation im losing the fight
The unending pursuit of happiness
it is a rat race or so it seems to be, held on the living room floor of Satan
controlled by fate and damned by circumstance
I exist somewhere therein
struggling to show others the real me
somewhere along the way i lost touch with who i used to be
while weathering a storm in this raging sea of living
how can you prove yourself when you're not really sure who you are
when every damn day theres another bruise another fucking scar
If your life has been an escalator ride to the top this piece aint for you
but make sure you wave to the ones for whom life really suck
who took the jagged stairs and not on a level they are stuck
bound only by circumstance but abandoned by luck
Failure seems emanate success, but a dream
people who you thought were examples of true love were not as the seemed
multi faceted like the sides of life
anguish
pain
and mental strife
sometimes i wonder where is god in this
then i remember thru all the trial he is in the midst
he who will surely hold my puny hand
provide for me protect me and carry me over the blazing sands
the sands of life the pastures of time
the grass that grows is simply to remind
me and only me of a time that has long since past
a mistake a lesson a fall on my ass
or maybe just maybe it was that fall on my face
when i tried desperately to hide in this god forsaken place
a place that blinds confuses and rapes
me of my self confidence and pride in my race
no not my color or preference in sex
but a dying breed of people who's lives should be text
the ones who be live that anything is possible when you dream
those who are born out of struggle
and looked down upon by the masses
those are genuine gentle souls who are born from the ashes
From the ashes of a person who once was
who was beaten destroyed and violated just because
just because they thought he was different
they took his soul and will to live without apology or sentiment

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