not really confused but questioning my own existense

if i am not apart of the solushon then i am apart of the problem

maybe this is why i write

to make excuses on how i am easing life with words

when rather people starve to death while i write my troubles to you

all i can think is action not words

wonder what would please a homless mother more

my scribbled thoughts or a bowl of soup

take a step back...actually take two...

seems like a second choice is better in most situations

with a second look the hot bowl seemed much better

should we blame her

struggle is what i show you which only piles on with the struggle we live through

why bother...struggle upon struggle does not make peace

guess when troubles rises i should search till the end

but when troubles rises i find peace through a pen and a pad

seems writing eases the trouble....knowing i am too only existing

shit cant think of a good line (another dies off)

I dreamt of a women who asked to me to explain to her in a sketch of my exitsense in life

no explanation i took the second choice and drew her blanks on blue lines

(another)

so i ask myself have i made my mark in life

how could i do that with a ink less pen

i didnt know what to write.....which basically lead me into this...just want to see what you think....Peace