Did I write out my life
Did I write my future unknowingly
Putting it on paper and it turned out to be true
How could I have known to write more of a positive outlook
When most if not all my surroundings was just the opposite
A past dealt growing in the hood
Being told 2nd best was my could
Looking back at what I've accomplished
All while experiencing anguish and discomfort
Could I have not worn the horrors of disappointments always wanting to flee
What could I have written differently
Lived a life fragmented and empty
Traveled the world did I covet all that I've seen and done
Left now hopeless and spirit depleted to none
Did I allow all the opportunities that came my way
To go unnoticed and the soft whispers I disobeyed
When I'm gone will stories tell what I was known for
Whether stories of great values or lessor
Will there be anybody to tell my story
Concerning the things I did that were worthy
Or will I be forgotten not acknowledged at all
Only because the things I did was insignificant too small
Why didn't I do as Paul forgetting what was behind and dwell on a future
Yet I held onto my past and a future filled with questions unanswered
When did I write being always in need
And not sharing gratitude by saying thank you GOD please