Lifetime Trails 2

Time seems to come to a screeching half today, as the controversies at work splatter red paint upon my flawless canvas I have yet to finish. As the result of some unexplained phenomenon, the sun today isn’t as bright as it was a year ago, driving the Cadillac isn’t as appealing as it was a year ago, the tears that roll down my face, and fall unto the wooden color planks most would call work slacks soak in effortlessly and disappear with out so much as a trace. The struggle to be a strong black individual is becoming more of a challenge with everyday that passes. Subconsciously it makes me stronger person as my emotions become increasingly empathetic to those deemed to be pessimistic acquaintances. My friend told me, that the negativity in this world had become so dominant, that being positive is frowned upon as being an outcast or a rebel. Eventually I will be victorious in my conquest for happiness, greatness, and self recognition and it will all be within my grasp. Its not that I need recognition from other’s but the satisfaction from myself. I am a strong black male that’s doing something with his life, other than selling drugs, robbing, killing, and becoming the next place man added to the welfare statistic list. So I surround myself with positive friends, as we brush against the grain on the back hairs of today’s society, to reach a common goal of greatness. Subsequently today’s trails try to keep my submerged, but Im still a breath of fresh air, in the bubble of oxygen that keeps me stainless in today’s pollutant society. Slowly reaching the surface; Going at it the hard way…