Epiphany

Standing outside is a broken man, that’s me, who doesn’t want to go home
Rather stand here frozen up, hanging out in the cold
Zero below, trying to find his soul
Or even just his purpose
But no one cares what I think so me saying it is worthless
I live in a world where dreams are often shot down
Even before they are thought of or even have a chance to leave the ground
People living their lives based on the opinion of others
So quick to judge, but in God’s eyes we’re all sisters and brothers
We need to be going around helping each other
But it seems to be more socially acceptable when we’re hurting each other
Now am I lying?
Or am I trying?
If you need proof ask yourself why so many people are dying
I keep to myself because I’m not a fan of opinions truly
And don’t care about lifestyles because they don’t seem to fit me do they
I got older and older
My heart got ripped out and rolled over
Emotional rollercoasters caused my heart to grow colder
A female friend is on her way over
Now let me take the time to think this entire thing over
Do I romance her?
Or just unpants her?
Trust issues often stray away from the obvious answers
I love women
I love life
I want 3 kids from one wife
And I’ve did a bit of wrong
That at times over shadow the many that times I did a right
So I stay up at night
Focusing on the right
Let a lasting image of me live in the words that I write
Just know that my conscience eats at me all the time
But, other than that I’m fine
Soon I’ll have a degree in my pocket