by the likes of

every step i take...
makes no sense ..

i run towards the path..
still my ambitions are blocked..

affections are famed by the likes of the shack..
thy ignorance is futile for thy interest is blank...

my decisions are changed by the likes of the people around me..
the start of the story is in the random kind of delusion's ...

MY dear heart..
why are you numb..?.

...every kiss is solemnly remembered..
while hugs of affection leads to comfort and sanctuary of a person..

why does the likes of you read??

my mind is futile..
and my senses are truth lies ...

the shackle of decieving makes no sense in greiving..
i just wish to understand that.. nothing is simple..

my brain is dismayed..
while my understanding is feeled..

my affection is ignored..
while my message is turned...

my wish is to learn thy self is futile..

no one understands by the likes of the people who are retarded..
thy message is not learned for the likes of thy comfort/...

why do i write this...?
it's for the like of you..

you might not understand..

it's okay though..

thy poem is sheer..
while my mind is feared..

my feelings are tears..
while my thinking is cheered..

this will be continued ..
with the treaty of revenues.....

TO be continued/