the shell – 7/2007

i’m broke
living without hope
a shell of a man with no plan provoked
it’s hard to step to improve my life
my motivational trip resides inside
it doesn’t take much
did i even try
and i cried as i walked beside
the life i contrived into a lie
so shallow was i to think i could hide
but now i see this man is me
my past actions just distracting til this one day comes
where the sun show paths
previously cast in shadows
across my soul
as i become whole again
finally see some involvement
and each installment
leaves me cautious for more
alone on the shore
taking in the view
and energies so pure
that i need freedom to decide
whether i’m dead or i’m alive