I’m going nowhere fast/my present my past,walking barefoot miles on glass and burning coals, I’m completely submurged but I’m yearning growth, Stuck in my youth but my truths are endless; boundless. Stuck in poverty surrounded by billions monopoly, tortured its sodomy, oddly enough something is proud of me…
Keep on pushing past my castrations and lacerations of life’s tolls… so much to offer but to everyone I’m a burden, I’m concerned for my future because I’m inflicted with pain / always against the grain, infinite struggle of trying to maintain!
I’ve tried nine million nine to fives, nickel and dime lives, can’t get a trickle of a fine life, I wasn’t designed right so I rely on my despicable but inclined mind…
I’ll be fine right?
Just to catch a glimpse of a brighter tomorrow would lighten my sorrow/ ignite an emotion to put it in motion and feel it in my soul as deep as the ocean….
But practically I need to focus…. become the most observant person constantly yearnin’ to be learnin’ earnin’, the most deserving, serving people the substance of life;
Nina Reads her poem: Nowhere Fast (YouTube Link)