I’m not a poet (or a rapper), but I wrote a poem/song on something I’ve been struggling with lately. Not much hope on it but then again the story’s not over is it?


A con artist,
I live my days,
I take the cash,
I take the change,
I take your clothes your soles, the rest.

I trick your choice,
Avoid your heart,
Escape your path,
Walk in denial,
Through seas of fear and lakes of doubt.

I found my way,
Away from pain,
it takes away,
Of days your way,
Of days with plans and merriment.

A con artist,
could take it all,
Random junctures.
I’m the person never wanted

I guess it’s love
In part at least
We give so much
Our dreams defeat
Does the future hold both our plans