The world holds much in store, much joy, much sorrow sometimes the ONLY thing I have to look forward to is tomorrow the promise of a new day...is not really a promise to everyone sometimes people go to sleep, not knowing they’ve seen their last sun heaven and hell, right and wrong, and all that’s in between life should be more simple, but that’s not the way it seems I make it harder on myself, by making the wrong decisions and being alive and alone, makes living...... a contradiction I’m inflicting inner anguish on myself, by not letting go of the past I wasn’t ready to become a father, but the future turned to the present so fast I feel like im lost, floating on the wind like pollen grains an empty soul with an empty heart, just attached to a first and last name I feel confused about things I see, how can men hit women in anger? How can women for some cash, spread their legs to a stranger? How can drug dealers go to sleep, knowing their money is tainted? How can so many people desire wealth, when that happiness is a picture that’s painted? When did the world become over run, with people who don’t believe, I’m a sinner but I feel God’s presence...it’s in every breath we breathe I think that’s my square root to hope, to get things right with him if I don’t, my chances for true peace and joy, are more than a little slim I’ve searched in solitude, and I’ve searched among my friends I’m looking for it constantly, till I find it, my search won’t end I’ve searched in the arms of women, I’ve searched on the basketball court I’ve looked in all the wrong places, and have gotten a negative report I’ve searched in movies, and I’ve searched for peace in books I’m running out of ideas, for more places to look but I think I knew exactly where to find it all this time I just felt I couldn’t live a life for God, so I put it in the back of my mind I don’t know what to do, I’m afloat without an oar or paddle I’m riding a wave of confusion so large and deep, I think I need a saddle I’ve been this way too long, my mind feels so tired and drained I just hope I can change my life and break free of these chains My mental canvas is full of abstract drawings, that reflect my confusion with society I used to hide my feelings in drugs, but now I want to take on life with sobriety Derrick H.