counting on self...

having to be independent in a world when one needs a lil help... never having anyone to count on in other ways than jus friends changes the mindset to what's truly dealt... finding others are to into their own selfish needs to give a shit of any other willing to make a stand... as everything is earned going at life on ones own so the gutters won't claim the damned...  alone n waking without a gesture to begin days harder than expected so time doesn't fall to giving it to the coming from behind... people make things more difficult looking for luv instead of something real as the immaturities of coming n going is all they can apply... shaking with the head rattling the brain like a bell that will awaken to the solo act on the main stage running from the lights... free in a sense from the enemies that become of strangers that are noting but talk... finding chuckles after the corrections that refuse to look into the reverse mode as fresh paint covers the chatter of bare walls... laughter in happiness struggles when emotion rounds the clock as night falls into empty beds... going through all the twists n turns the head tends to recall as memories feels the drift of relations forever dead... willing to be woke come morning for another chance to get a lil further ahead of the financial game as a loner walking alone... for a piece of the prize that turns the tumbler to a place called home... hearing the silence that gives to the sound that creeks beneath the feet... wondering how long ill it take to have it a lil better wanting that help to hold their end for a but of enjoyment to live as partnership that does more than dream...