reaching out with hands of such fraility
grasping thin air, these images melting
sheltered from every clouds silver lining
i know the best things are out there.....
yet doubts and dispair are all that find me
the lighting at the end of this tunnel dims till bareley seen
in the midst of darkness,on my own i sit and think
thoughts pondered slowly as i wander to the brink
my somber nature meeting only pens,pads and ink
so sad wishing i could grip and grab anothers hand and leave
damn..my ship lags,dragging behind this insular life of mine
in this vast sea im so alone,but i continue to strive
still trying to find sight in being socially blind
but over time,vocals in my lonely mind thrive
becoming locals on the inside till the day i die
their coniving words echoed and survived
convincing me to contrive a merky essence
conversating,taking turns weve grown together
through adolesence,confiding in eachothers presence
although learning nothing new from answering my own questions
teaching the same re-worded lessons ina manner so depressin'
left without a precher yet in dire need of makin a confession....
till the end from the beginning,entirely alone is what im guessin

what i quoted above was my favorite part in this. madd colors in imagery. good stuff. stay up and keep evolvin !!

thanx yo..mos def!

uppin for this to get some attention yo!