hatred filling my heart
fists clenched and ready to swing
im disgusted by everyone
its nothing to do with the new ways ive learned
the only friend i have is the open road
the only friend i have that tells me secrets
where i have no confidence in anyone
i reciprocate what im given
ive made some ends meet
and ive made some ends split apart
all that i can do is look to the ground
watch my feet move
and know that i am walking to a better place
slowly and surely
this turtle will win the race of time
and time will not spit in my face anymore