Am I what I've become
A player of the game
Just a number in the cards
Attempting to maintain

Let us seek identity
Searching some lost cause
Assimilating history
Becoming one's own boss

If allowed to freely be
Our cry won't go unheard
Poetry is our destiny
As do flock the birds

Allow my brother Tarzan
To rise above safari ~
Swingin' in his own backyard
Privy to our party

1poetsought ~ copyright 2003

Whoa...deep and moving I like it...:)

nice flow bro... but how did this end up here? :)....

peace

LOLOLOl yes...i agree with nadia...loll