Life is what you make of it....

Hesitations,

lack of motivation,

never the less all excuses made

to not do and so forth,

Everyday is a lie,

lack of acknowledging

the truth for who i really am,

the bad was past,

and so i grew out of all

that venom,

that used to consume me on a daily basis,

Is not a question,

is an answer,

is not rudeness,

is honesty,

is not pity,

is understanding,

is not insensitive,

is the naked truth

of what life is all about,

I stumble very clumsy,

and so i was named,

perhaps i was judged,

the talent was hiding

behind all those criticism,

that attacked me 

even when i sleep,

Quietly i sit and listen,

so much wisdom i had accomplished,

not only because ages of ages i have aged,

but rough feet that sanding them

don't seem to get smoother,

Life is what you make of it,

is not only understanding,

is believing it,

and so is as easy said then done,

but so the road we daily go down,

is un-predictable,

Perhaps a daily prayer

to guide us,

because with faith

we won't stumble,

and it may be so pathetic,

but more pathetic is those daily

constant bad decision that make you

sound like a broken record,

with that word sorry

that you made it have no value,

I may not have many friends,

because i am real,

and so my thoughts,

and so my writing,

and so many words that may come

out of my mouth,

Yes!! with rough edges

but sincere intentions

that want the world to know,

i was born to make history,

with only but the truth,

with a thirst of knowledge,

to become a better person within me..