Through the storm I hear only the rain

when living in happiness I just feel pain

is it my fault is it all in my brain

thoughts like this run people insane

when I reflect over my life I can not complain

does life have me stuck like I'm on a chain?

does my life have blemishes like a white shirt with a stain

i want to control my destiny like operating a crane

our like a pilot controlling a plane

maybe I can operate it like controlling a train

Poem are like addictions like an addict and cocaine