Pulp

Dedicated to the DT East side

everything is meaningless

                        I have come to realize

                                                            too late.

An abundance of yearning

                                    starving

                                                dying for.

I have come to learn

that people fear hate what they don’t understand.

I have come to understand

                                    that they don’t care to understand.

Prisoners of Self.

          

One once said,

“The edge…there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over”

                                                                                                       

I am witness,                                                                                            

it’s were freedom reigns.