Bathing in the sun
As tan skin comes to being
God’s art on your flesh
A Journey that ends at home
Or a visit to an unfamiliar zone
The streets, and halls are second nature
But some of the faces lack nomenclature
So many things to come back to
So many people already moved on
My other life may lack you
But that’s because I’m already gone
It’s at these times I try to conceive
The answer to the question “why did I leave “
Sleep embraces me
Reluctantly, not warmly
Embrace all the same
Finding Purpose on the side of the street
In a ditch just lying drunk and discrete
Concrete serving as bed and comfort
When faced with an identity of import
Finding Purpose in the face of a child
Knowing that growing up in the wild
Isn’t a place fit for the old or the young
But your time is done so shelter the fate yet sung
Finding Purpose in the lines of a poem
Hiding behind a rhyme that came off the dome
Why do you search for this elusive fool
If you ask me he’s just an abusive tool
Melodies floating
Taking to the windy sky
We miss you Lauryn
Asphalt speeding by
Highway receding behind
Forward progression
It was not goodbye
It didn’t feel like goodbye
This doesn’t feel real
