• Tis the season to be jolly...but all i can do is see peoples follies...their contagious ignorance that i just keep on dodging while trying to educate the masses with these rhyme scheme volleys...i am sitting at the center of a perfect storm called life and inside my soul is forlorn...i have been deprived of lifes most basic desire... by my own hand i have stepped into the fire...i am a glutton for punishment and apparently i never learn....else i wouldn't have all these ppl telling me which way to turn...i am not guided by my own two feet...i have people pushing me forward...i don't march to my own drumbeat...i am forcibly dragged toward...this test called life which i have undoubtedly failed...I've wandered too far away...i wonder if i left a trail....there's is only one, and it is littered with discarded dreams...broken promises and death...or so it seems....apparently i have nowhere to go but forward....nothing but a dim light called future to look toward...I've left my discarded dreams and I've forgotten my broken promises...but the lingering stench of death still acknowledges that it too lies in the dim light..