2013 Hold Up - Original poetry by me.

Man without purpose is like a tool without hands to guide it. We cannot deny that life is not right so why not try to stand and fight it. There is a plan we must take action but we're scared and would rather remain quiet. Mind is high, voice inspired time to take flight but the wings are tired. Its spring season of the green fired up and ready to bring the heat and mean humidity that leaves you soaking in your seat. I have got to be provoking, it feels as though we are all hopelessly floating alone on this ocean and no one is going to find land. We are all blind and choking on smoke from the explosion, nuclear winter the whole floor is frozen. We all fade away from erosion. Human existence! What a silly notion.