115 aND A wAKE uP..........

I have sin in my heart.  
That comes from fear. 
Fear has consumed me
And driven me mad. 
Materialism is life
For America

A steady job,
Is my great reward.
What of my hopes?
What of my dreams?
What of my Family?
Is it what it seems?

To err is human,
But that leaf has grown,
Into a forest,
Of heartaches unknown.
Where do I purchase,
My personal home?

Where are the friends?
Where are the lights?
Where are the butterflies,
That start the night?
How did this come?
Where do I go?
My time has come,
It's time to go.

My brother has heard me if I tell him.  This is our perception of a dream gone by.  One day we will wake to fall asleep again, but in the end, we cannot imagine, the game we've been in.