Gone.

I was reading thru' some people's blogs today
I read about changes in life, how people lose what they think they had
How people have their dreams.. shattered and gone.
As I read on, my mind just blanked, as I felt my fingers tremble and my heart shrank..
It wasn't just a prank.. I had just witnessed another living evidence of people who never lived..



I was inspired to be admired, brave and rave, about what that's required
Now, I wonder how I venture to my future, and my future career
Wondering how I'm gonna ever get what I desire, now I feel dire
And tired, but I ain't hittin' my thirties, I ain't got my shire, or even hired
Fired, or perspire, and guess what people's talking about me
An appetite subdued, that's how I'm feelin', what got me reelin',
Was people not real-lin', fakin' it up, and makin' it up, just to get me down
Remindin' me Yen trusted the fella' with the dolla, now that's a bizzare
Close up to me, clothes up on me, you can never tell what rose upexpirin'

I'm perspirin', when people mocked about me not workin' to be aspirin'

Like i needed aspirin, to get me set off and runnin', gunnin' and shinin'

So I'm startin' off with polishin' my shoes, hopin' it would get me thru' to me

See everyone's got their turning point of life, I've got my own to tell
Like 'wait a second if you've got a burning point you got to dwell',
This girl lost her wishes to the glitches, and these snitchers
Were none-other than those none-the-richer, she was more like the hitcher
Someone's offed the switches, and tried to sting a hole in my stiches
These parasites like leeches, some preachers tryin' to reach 'em
Here they claimin' they can relate, I'll get it straight to da' point

When you make a mistake, no matter the rate, you still dissapoint

So tell me the reason I'm still stuck here in sedate, I'm sick here

Solute and minute, grown a shoot and I'm root, the fear of fear

The dreams about bein' a lawyer, doctor, an emcee and a singer

Bewildered, but neither of all confounded, either that or I fall, grounded

Now I'm not here pretending I can relate, but I can feel hate

Within uncontented, when they uncontested, incompetent

They call it fate.. Or mere destiny.. But beyond's what meets more than the eye..

And after that lil' chat I had with Kin, all the more I feel what's lost.. and gone.

The once wild dreams.. Just vanished.. And perished.. Was it too late to save it? Or is this our last chance to wake up from our long trance?

God knows the past was gone.

Gone.

Remiscent.. of 4th February 2007.