Street level

There was a time that I knew that

The struggle wouldn’t last

 

Though it kept on going with everyday

that past

 

There was a time when I packed in a

black trash bag

 

Containing my belongings and all things

that I had

 

Walking the streets in torn tattered rags

never once did I feel bad

 

Never once did I reach back for things

that I had

 

I lit a match behind me and burned down

my past literally

 

I ate a burger from the trash

swepted and spread the ash

 

My mind was ticking away to a blast

what I learned in life thus far

 

Depended on who was teaching the class

half empty or half full?

 

Well that depended on who was holding

 the glass

 

Deep in the depth of my mind I knew that

these times wouldn’t last

 

I bandaged my wounds and at my pain

I stood up and laughed

 

I went from what I had to what I lost

to a peasant from being a boss

 

In no way does this story define me

it just reminds me of what’s behind me

 

Once you’ve been there no matter where

 

Life takes you

you’re never lost