These words are nothing in the immensity of
I   n   f   I   n   I   t   y .
But for a fleeting moment
they stir a sudden reaction in your head
as you read them.

So here I go again...
Launching my hand
into the limitless depths of grammar and rhyme;
the former more than the latter anymore.

These bottomless pits of poverty must have
a higher force of gravity
because no matter how hard I try
nor how far I climb,
the pit pulls me down again.

Or is it that the pit keeps on growing above me
as I rise within?
Perhaps I am trapped in this hell of my own design
that was forced upon me by the fate of my family.

Yet it is not their fault
that I have a tough time paying for what I have taken,
as this society encourages disaster
in its mismanaged style of lies and deceptions
within the borders that are so imaginary as to be myth.

Now that I am able to perceive what I do,
I can understand where I came from.
However, the rise in the future is
withheld by fate and her sisters.
Damn are they hot babes though.