Alone

I'm in the shade of the tree known as infinaty and no one will miss me and in me is bliss of all around, and in anger I cant hear a sound,
  and in kush I can't pick myself up from off the ground, and a clock is wound up and let go like the unexpecting snow of the first of spring,
    and when it's over so is the light that illuminates into the night sky, or the single act that ignights the fight or the last hit that makes you fly,
     when it's over all that is "is" is over as well and in the end you find me in hell and thats only if it's real,
   like the seal that bonds me to this life, the step into the unknown and away from the old if I'm out its cause I just sold, and i have no papers cause i just rolled,
         and some call my style old, others call it bold, but if Ima lose, I'll never fold, instead ill march on nto the path least traveled by, and make it my own, and if you havent noticed, IM ALONE...