Beneath The Wheel
What ever happened to Timothy White?
He left his life at seventeen
and for whatever reason
lost his will for living
How I remember those days well
running for my life
being chased from the bus stop
by thugs who wanted me to drop
Where were you
during this hormonally driven season
having all the wrong reasons
to be hiding on this roof top
Never should have let them
try and push me around
boys do cry
look behind a locked bedroom door
These pages are filled
with mad midnight scribbling
pecking away sorry words
on some old fashioned black typewriter
What were my goals
heading into this brand new future?
some shiny has been star
reciting words to take me far
A stop and start education
and an unwavering air
of self deprecation
doesn't really seem fair
But that is all I've ever attained
while this wheel of life turns
and all beneath the wheel are burned
too stubborn to ever really learn
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