Yeuth

I ask those to repose within their quo's

ideas ill kempt.

For tryde and true, 

I've paid my dues, of a livelihood in dent.

For every dead end I've talked to a friend,

who once said: "Those I walk with are false."

But In my lowest times, of timid minds..

His truth was well meant.

Upon a shelf, life hath done dealt,

these tried of lowest of times..

I've tried all means, & exerted all beings,

for a plea of help within mine.

To dream a little dream as life sings,

I have looked to heros and the like.

They were people I knew in states more true,

we were separated among the miles.

From Carolina and Argentina,

Atlanta to Vegas,

Louisville and Little Bohemia.

No rights nor wrongs, as we cross the pond

discovering our own lineage.