Am I real?
Is real my expectations?
Realistically setting goals to create a strong foundation
Realizing somethings in the world just can't be changed
Inside myself there's unexplained
Mysteries as to why I can't contain
My bleeding heart because when it rains
It pours and that's real
Real close to home and where it hits
Under trees sufficed in mist
I can't miss and opportunity to grow
Late night words to let you know
When my pen hits paper
I develop a flavor
and find a way to feed my soul