LOVE YA DAD....

So thought out are the words from wisemens lips,
To speak of tips, but behold, he skips,
Himself is void of all his blips and nips.
Does he hear himself in his rambling trip?
Or vain is he, hipocritical he must.

True life must be known, to interprate the soul,
The beat and rhythm is our upmost goal.
For though they talk, they know not in whole,
The lesson they teach, from word, to dust.

I know very few, for few times i have endured,
I cannot know, never will i be reassured.
This life, so twisted, yet seemlessly secured,
To Him i must look, to my father i must trust