April 27th free style

Speaking up from the places I would prefer to remain hidden in the shadows mystery / yet time is a fickle thing making everyone an enemy / no matter whom you think can be completely trust worthy / you find yourself realizing the errors of your way / I been stuck under oppression from some forgotten memory / a place that in dreams reminds me of my inability / to ever be anything other than a skilled tongues salesman my family/ except I cannot escape the gift I got as divinity/ with all I do there comes some glory / minus the loves i had who desired a family / they were dedicated and smart just boarder line crazy / to think someone like me would ever suddle for anything other than the streets cos I enjoy being crazy / never thought I'd be this far so every day I live is borrowed time anyway / if I ever love again, for that woman I pity / was never once to enjoy life's finer moments, that I know for certainty / despite trying to learn to slow and enjoy the little things that life throws out way / are you patient enough to appreciate the flowers scent or too busy/ too busy to ever see the world and its offered beauty?