Those Closest

Stressing  surprised no grey hairs, traveled a long way on pay fairs, and still this world don't play fair, weary on this road I call life, in the pursuit of happiness can't rest at night, reaching for something so transparent I don't know how I know it's there probaly not where it is, that's why my hand keep coming up empty and I keep wishing for his, my own is elusive alluded in my dreams tired of money schemes, I live for better themes, lives of my children, their lives I am building, and if they starve then I killed them not just malnutrition, the lack of knowledge  they'll need  on this pitiless mission, on going everlasting black and white need contrasting, we can both bask in the light of the sun, my family is second to none, priority number one, that means they come first, there's nothing more precious to me on God's green earth, still learning still growing, it's the ones that come from me, that I live through eternally, that I am owing,