Crying down inside a cave.
Trying not to be a slave.
Striving hard for what you gave.
Feeling like I am a knave.
Wonder who will come for me.
What is now possibility?
How will he or she set me free?
Am I banished from endless glee?
So what do you care? You ask me now.
Why display a wrinkled brow?
I wonder why, I wonder how
You will perform and take a bow.
What is the future of a man,
A man who strives to make a plan?
Are you sinking in the sand?
I will help you, if I can.
So, come with me, happily.
Listen to my tales and see
What you learn about me.
A surprise, but not completely.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 