its true what they say
right where it begins
a man and his vices
to which he’ll often surren’

without note of the prices
he buys into his vices
feeding the seeding
of whatever entices

its said that the strong survive,
stay alive
this fact remains true
on both sides of the eyes

on the outside this world is cold
seems that when we’re born
we’ve already been sold
to the storm, nowhere is warm

on the inside, is it much worse?
human emotions
blessing and curse
guilt within bliss
saddness in love
the choices I face
I wish I was above

yet I cannot loose
the hate I have grown
of certain things
that were not clearly known

A child’s arrived
not more than a day
already he sees
a world full of dismay

stereotype
tired and trite
and yet he lives,
like a dream in a pipe

living and breathing
within his small mold
his mind is shaped
by the words of the old

now he’s living
and breathing
and out on his own
the choices he makes
are of his all alone

and so should he choose to hate
and decide to assume
the prizes he gets
are ignorance’s boon

For every conversation he would miss
because his reflex
is to lean to dismiss
the words of another
not so separate
between a rock and a hard place
a love and a hate

but back to the first words of this report
a person must stand
as high as his court
a person must rise
from without and within
the end of this poem
right where it begins