Category : Poems

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Sometimes on a sleepless night
Long after the rest are in bed
I finally find some quiet time 
To consider this life I've led
There's always so many questions: the how's and why's It's hard at times to understand 
Just where this path in life is leading me,  and how do I make a stand
I mean,  it makes sense to me that we pay for the mistakes that we make
An erected prison behind societies back kitchen door
With high chain-linked fences and tall iron gates
Where,  once entered,  never quite the same anymore
Sometimes when the moment is right and my world has slowed me down
I find myself reflecting back over the good and the bad, the smiles and the frowns
Yeah,  it makes sense that everything I have experienced in life
Has developed me into the man I have become.
Who knows where I would be or who I would be 
If I had chosen a different road to travel on
No,  everything happens for a reason,  of this I am most certain
As harsh or as painful as pleasant or as sweet
My choices are the scenes behind each changing curtain 
But these are just thoughts I entertain trying to sleep
Sometimes on a sleepless night