Your father stranded you;
Your mother never showed you much more than the back of her hand.
Your brother got put in-front of you,
And your ‘friends’ just didn’t care…
And now this life you’re in seems so unfair.
A scenario, despite unique aspects_ shared,
By every life that ever dared.
So where is the line and who will draw it…?
If each individual has a self-made experience,
Who will you let take control?
If the answer was simple and so complete,
Why do you keep falling at their feet?
In a pond shared by all as a tree for all styles of life…
Are you sure you’re ready to admit your defeat?
Detach once and for all a dependence on that rife.
A few more weeks and hours of fighting…
Can you feel it closer now_ that flame igniting?
Directing energy at random as the punches roll in;
Reading only to growth_ let the mimics begin.
Eventually a time returns where once again you’re faced with with the question that shows;
Your answers can still not be replaced.
So now it’s clear for one to say_ with certainty;
Your life began and things went south,
Until you decide to use your own mouth.
To grow and work towards adulthood,
As it is in everything_ energy displaced…
A battle not to waste.