"Quarrlel with life"
my life feels pathetic
its always hectic
i'm done with it
its not what i expected
it has to many rules
to many regulations
i can't be me as directed
my soul feels infected
has my mind been collected
where was i, did i elect it
has my being been inspected
then tell me what was found
so i can inject it
into my brain, i won't reject it
my buttons broken
life can't select it
wheres the comparison
my lives complexion
is colorless
no ink on any verbal contract
but i can't be taken back
and given a new life
i'm stuck in a hole less sack
unable to breath
unbreakable pact
This is another poem with tempo. Your simplicity and involvement is infectious.