I don't know why I try my best to explain myself to you. When It feels like I can't get through to you. It just feels like I'm speaking to myself all over again. Living in a naive world that can't even listen. Especially since I'm a young man that brings more wisdom than most. I'm starting to feel like I can't speak even to older folk, because my words feel like a joke. I know, you know a lot because you've been through more than me. but that doesn't mean you know everything. It's ok to be wrong sometimes, it doesn't make you a lesser being. You have to understand, we're all not going to see things like one man. Eventually we have to except the fact that we can't live in black and white forever. If that was the case, we would never evolve and strive to become better. I may not have wrote that in the way some may see clever. But who reads this anyways. I'm a underdog in bad weather. I'm constantly drowning myself in darkness, because I'm busy trying to impress you. I'm trying to fit in with the older crowd, so I can relate to you. I can't relate to old souls, neither can I relate to young flesh. I live in the middle of both. I have the body of a young man, but a voice of a old soul. So where do I go when I don't fit in on either road. I can't waste my time trying to impress anybody else. What do they care. It's time for me to build a road for myself. I'm done following everybody. So you can keep calling me young and dumb, keep seeing me as a child until I'm thirty-one. I don't care. If I'm wrong for this, I'll reap what I sow. But I'm not going to follow a road with venomous snakes that only want to poison your soul. I'm better off alone.