When I have a problem
I’m all by myself.
all my “friends”
put knives in my back.
I live in a lonely world,
just trying to survive.
Trying to keep everything together
trying to do something productive
trying to create something unique.
Performing my poetry,
at Busboys and Poets.
There’s no time to backtrack;
there’s too much ahead.
I’ll stop at nothing,
until I do what I’m trying to do
whatever that is.