All Eyes On Me...

I have walked the streets for what it seems a lifetime

Some things I have seen on my journey I wish were never in my eye line

That’s the reason why I have grown accustomed to a humble life

A humble life which is opposed to a life in the spotlight

Ironically I walk beside the streetlights

At times they blind my mind’s eye

Sometimes I wish I was born blind

Walking the streets has made me think I would had a better life

A better life without the use of my eyesight

 Already I have used the word eye technically ten times

You can call me a visionary if you like

I have visions as a result of my concrete dreams

It seems I have spent my whole life walking the streets

The idea of a family is only memory to me

Literally the life I had lives long in the memory

What I wish it had been like

But regrettably I have to admit I can’t create a false simile

All I can do is quite simply put words together

Attempt to use metaphors to show the experiences I met before

With the use of my experiences I create sentences

I find time to even create stories through the use of my thoughts

All I do is put words together to tell a story

I live in hope the words fit together in holy matrimony

I refuse to create a fairy-tale which will deliver me away from the adversity

I have grown up to learn to let the pain nurture me

I have got the face they rather not see

The face they rather not see at the dinner table while they eat

I don’t blame them

I don’t care if they actually fail to even mention me

I know when their eyes cross the tension in the air

The tension in the air is for all eyes to see

That’s the reason why I probably choose to remain lost

You could say I chose to be willingly kidnapped by the streets

The problem was they used to act when I was around

So that’s probably the reason why they eventually cut me out the scene

There left enchanted by the fantasy

Enchanted by the fantasy to escape to an alternate reality

Walking on the windy nights you have to get used to the harsh scenery

As the wind blows I’m haunted by what I once could have achieved

The whispers within the wind haunts me and taunts me

I had it all once but I wasn’t mentally ready to believe

Each day I take time to wash away my footsteps

I wash away my footsteps as truthfully I think nobody should follow me

I drift from one place to another in complete harmony

People should use me as an example and have the want to achieve

I walk night and day not knowing who I’m going to meet

I walk night and day knowing the next meal is not guaranteed

I walk in hope for the land that is promised to me

Something tells me this story is familiar

This story is familiar as many have walked before me

Some say even in a biblical story people walked driven by prophecy

Where in the world is there a place in the world away from poverty?

I can only question as I don’t have all the answers

Most of the time you have to read between the lines

Read between the lines to embark on a journey through my story

When you were inside in the warm

I was out in the storm

I was out that night when the rain dropped

Overtime you get used to it

You learn to glide in between the rain drops

When the rained stopped the pain didn’t stop

The pain keeps me going so I busk till dawn...