Pathfinder

I remember a time when it was cool to be a poet and know it
I have always had a lot in my head and heart
Poetry was the only way I knew I could show it
Shine a light on the deep dark crevices of my mind
And once I let it all out I started to feel fine
I would bleed my heart and soul through my pen
And clear my head
Probably the only reason I never turned up dead
It made me popular or so I thought
I still don't think it's all for nought 
But I've lost so many along the way 
I wish could see my mind today
I can't help but be a creative creature
It's in my nature
Maybe because I'm a Gemini
Or just maybe I am just that guy
I swore I'd never stop and no I never did 
I've had a thought in my head and an ache in my heart since I was just a kid
Knee high to a grasshopper
Helped me cope with the loss of my father
And every little girl who played hacky sack with my heart
And to work through my problems and keep most the friends I made in the start
Writing about lost loved ones and how I am and am not broken
and still somehow carried on
Every high point and every botched caper
I wrote it all on a piece of paper
And I held on to it all with all my might
Every adventure I had, move I made , fight I'd fight
My dna are in those pages, thoughts of mine from many different ages
They are an part of me, pieces of my soul
And soon the whole world will know 
About the boy from a small town in Michigan
And how he will never be the same again 
And how he grew up a screw up
And would never shut up
And about the man he became
And how I won't rest until they hang my jersey and immortalize my name
I'll be doing this till the day I rest
And when I get there I'll have proof I passed the test
And hopefully the questions my son will have of me after I pass
My books will be the torch that lights his path

By LukeCoomer (c)