Sometimes i think i am like my father/
Stuck in my own ways/
Sometimes i think i am like my mother/
With no thought of yesterdays/
I never really knew my path/
Or why things never last/
Ain't no use in dwelling in the past/
And these days go really fast/
Sometimes I can be strong/
Other days I just want to black out/
Sometimes I can be so peaceful/
But then i want to lash out/
I never really cared for acceptance/
Just to have blessings of my presence/
To admire that which is so precious/
Cast out the fire of eternal escence/
©johnsalyer
J