Resurrected resolve..

Just like that everything went broken!.

without my knowledge, i was stripped..

told everything i believed was wrong..

that what i did was all for nothing..

blood flows down and my vision blurred..

my image of the truth, vague and slurred..

but wait! as my faith is shaken and disturbed..

the negativity is blown away by a verve..

battered and bruised my resolve remains intact..

out from the ashes my belief proves its worth..

with my faith i stand firm i stand strong..

even if everybody says I'm wrong..

never to falter my resurrected resolve..

the path i tread..

the path i tread made of earth and stone..

was born and forged from flesh and bone..

i never would have guessed..would have known..

that from the right direction i was thrown..

the wrong direction was the right one as a matter of fact..

from this realization i was shocked didn't know how to act..

stopped in my tracks, couldn't move a muscle..

as i broke down, i was the fool and this was my crown..

wasting away, but i'll just keep walking..

no matter the destination.. it's me i'll believe in..

you may have been right about who i am..

but i'll never start all over again..

wear down my soles with no looking back..

the boy who never grew up..

who ever said the we needed to grow up?

a pathetic and lame excuse to confirm to the norms..

scared of being judged and labeled..

well i digress and beg to differ..

there is a lot more that i can offer in this state..

go ahead and tell me to grow up..

but you would only be wasting your time..

cause i will be the most successful kid you'll ever know..

and you would wish you never did..

ill take my chances and place my bid..

to the boy who never grew up..

8.3

8.3 remaining are you listening..

look at my face before the light goes out..

and you'll forget the only light you ever knew..

come and welcome the darkness and cold anew..

I want you to feel the warmth before you freeze..

and remember the sky and the summer breeze..

feel my touch as i lay beside you..

realize that we grew before we wither..

just 8.3 and what are you thinking?.

we're you satisfied with the life you were living?

if not then you should because you had time to bother..

while others have long gone, had no chance to ponder..

don't let the lights go out and the warmth grow cold..

Wrong direction..

the writer was pointed at the wrong direction..

it was OK, since his talents,no longer in isolation..

a sell out he may be but he gets recognition..

and most of all chance for absolution..

to express his mind across the world..

a chance to develop and come out better..

while writing under the wrong header..

the right destination, still he would find..

he keeps stroking the pen that he is using..

in hopes of writing something so amusing..

that when times comes and he reaches his destination..

then he would have already made the right decision..