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Man
Why is it now that I am grown yet with the habits of before, do I think not as I should, instead reside in a bottomless pit of despair, with no hope of continuing. Unable to be reached by the wonders of age yet, in old habits I remain with the influence of a gory past do actions still remain. So still not can this man attain to let go of intentions that bring vain to his name, so evil thoughts have crept again, one look at his face shows a body so young yet one glance in his eyes reveals many memories of old. A silent monster bread in the streets where ice turns you cold, another perfect chance for you to rot your soul. A couple of lines in a minute a little more then a rush, and then I am down there dancing the night influenced by his demons touch. Ready to fight any war for his friends, family, and people, while trying to be a father watching over his fatherless kin. In this mans heart he holds a love that burns fire for a son that I cannot see, so I live my past in the future and hoping that he would never be like me, so harsh is reality that I turn and look away only to see a man play as a boy with a familiar face. Though this man wears many hats, what I am is true and unchangeable not unlike the past, no matter what I try I remain myself, the fatherless boy born to eat off these streets. No hope for my life but so much will to fight still unable to change much is just a fact of his life. Still this man understands that he acts as a boy yet his toys are aggression and misery galore. Yet there comes a time when a man must be a man and strive for the advance, attempt to live free of tyranny of old and learn a new craft. Yet I am forever to live in the past as if the door to my future is closed so I live off of these words of a seen but not heard bold cruel world, and that is where to this day this lonely man calls his home.