In the young foolish years,
we have many problems and fears,
and at time shed many misunderstanding tears.
We all must learn to mature,
and find a cure,
to make life a more pleasurable adventure.
As I traveled to unravel my true heart and soul,
many a crazy adventures did unfold.
and some not so good.
And then at times not understood,
At this point in my life,
I truly understand myself and why I have my Joy and strife.
I no longer play the blame game,
all my blame goes to my own name.
I use to blame my inherited genes,
and anything else in my means.
Those days have ended,
and now I'm more stabilly blended.
Not much frightens me anymore,
since I made it pass my own door.
All the confused fear inside,
no longer does reside.
The sooner we realize,
that we're viewing out anothers fragile eyes.
The quicker we conquer our own inner crys.
You are what you see in another,
this fragile soul is your brother.
Better not wish him pain.
Because one day it maybe your day in the rain.
(remember the boomerang?)
Oh sure, I made it pass myself,
to relaize that I'm not by myself.
We're all in the same boat,
and sooner or later we sink or float.
Shoot for later.