Re: Turn

Out of practice
Feeling of lackness
Matter of fact is
Coded and cracked his
Fists in the air
Reader beware
You've stepped into the lair
Of a man who is bare
Naked exposed
Cypher depths deep his soul's
Full of wordy expressions
Self teaching life lessons
The less wins the better
For he's light as a feather
When stormy the weather
Released from the tether
Of the drab that's routine
Now the cleanest he's been
No longer the fiend
Somehow now he's weened
Though struggling he's keen
To the past and has seen
Where the fleeting path leads
Destructive in deed's
The easy, the norm
True his mind wanders
He's twisted and torn
Compelled to revert
Into this sickness was born
Surrounded in lifetimes
Of no repercussion
Of not giving a shit
Content with the nothing
That comes from a life
Of self gratification
Setting fire to bridges
Where there are no fire stations
The school of hard knocks
Is his choice education
Quadruple his major's
Disease, deprivation
Anguish and scorn
An emphasis in denial
The hard way is his
Accustomed to vial
Humility gained
A failure thus far
Laugh at his lot
Full of feather and tar
The last laugh is his
As the world's bound to see
Twenty six and counting
Father of three