Victim of Circumstance

as i lay on this bed in this dark room

i feel like the end is coming too soon

tired of wondering how it was in my mom's womb

seeking that shelter away from the world's gloom.

tossing and turning to a pathetic tune

wishing instead i was in a beach in Cancun.

how is it that life could spell out doom?

when all i really wanted is to feel that boom,

working day in and day out just to fume

over who gonna pay if i wanted some perfume?

look here God, am just tired of being around,

could you send me a memo explaining why i was born,

so i could set my life straight and stop the scorn,

so i could release myself from my failing bond

to the world so cold, so old and forlorn.

God please help me to be found,

if you're real you know i really need you now,

should i bribe you with sacrifices and learn to bow?

or do i chant prayers and sing hymns till tomorrow?

i know Shit like this always happens to everyone

am nothing special but i do love someone

i know i'll be missed if was gone

do i really want to wave goodbye and say 'so long'?

my mind is telling lies as high as the skies,

or is it shouting the truth with deafening cries?

do i let my mind wander and soul die?

or just lay on this bed and continue to fly...

Artwork: Ink_Portrait__by_Skyline_Sonata