A Life, A Journey

A poem I wrote from my mind to the pen.

Maybe there is hope

Play me the fifth note 

Perfect in pitch

Soul searching within

Say we need two lives

To find out where truth lies

I don't need proof

I could climb on the rooftops

Two o'clock

The boondocks

My two socks

Not too lost, true

But you lost him

Now in the city

Cooped up, true cost of

Giving in to what he's used to

Who wants love

What I'm left with

Are some questions

Is direction misdirected when I'm stepping

Are lessons but a sentence to an ending

I could stress it

But the ending is this sentence

   -HopingStrong

Author's Note

Was inspired to write when I got to work, here's the product of my inspiration...