Why trouble yourself with the transgressions of others

so much so that you begin to feel smothered,

just like your mother or possibly your brother, you struggle with your

own being, torn asunder, it’s for this reason you dwell under,

or below your own goal, you tend to relinquish your own soul and

and even begin to believe the lies that you have been told…

Unto you I present this truth, regardless of your age this is for

the old and the youth, it is better for you to dismiss all that

you think you know if it betters your future and all that you’ve sown,

It is better for you to stand alone, than a midst

the thousands of clones and the chaos that others condone

Why be intermediate or mediocre, addicted to the fads

like a terminally ill smoker, when you can bloom into something of

a much greater array, with the power to convey, and the

courage to not only exist but live another day.