I live in alleyways and dark places of the city
that often goes unnoticed by the many, entrapped by 
my own thoughts, a day to day life, reduced to the bare

                            essentials of existence

In so many ways it's just another place, another time
taking the shape and form of information, working its way
thought a labyrinth of incorrect directions, ending as
a printed circuit board implant on a

                              youthful mind

A misinterpretation of the written word leading into 
a maze of greed, envy, resentment, lust, which overlooks
pathways and a rush, catapulting myself into a world of

                                    my choosing


Destinations hidden by an accumulations of artifacts
impeding exploration, leading to isolation which are 
never able to sustain the exhilarating experience
promise prior to the purchase of another symbol 
announcing my membership into a


                                 spoiled society


Freedom can be learned
the person who use to be, is no longer
darkness ruling the soul, dissipates
as knowledge consumed by a identity reborn

Finally I accept myself
I always wanted to be a poet

Marvin Young