They say I am tough, but yet, I feel so rough.
This mask I wear has gotten me where?
Like Kid rock says,
“I’ve ate out of dumpsters and dined with Kings.”
Like the clock shows,
I have experienced many things.
Yet, in sorrow I have walked my many roads.
For the life I have lived was mostly alone.
I have experienced pain and I have witnessed their sorrow.
I hope that they can forgive me on the ‘morrow.
For always in my heart I hold this sorrow.
Perhaps I should have been born in a swamp.
For an outlaw life seems what I want.
I have buried my Mother and 98 friends.
I wake each morning wondering,