You see son,
passageways of days
go through dark doubts
and confusion over
personal conflicts.

You see son
there are no awards,
no guidelines,
no security in life,
only intimidations.

You see son,
the ride is long
in its meaninglessness
and unbeaten through
its thorny clearance.

You see son
frustrations curse the course
and loss the broken thoughts,
the temptations,
the terrible negations.  

You see son,
the time of divinity,
the guillotine of finality
the moment to face
actuality never comes.

You see son
there is no morality
to the fact that
you just float away
in a stream never clean.

You see son
time in the end
runs out of
wavers and doubt,
an obstruction of choice,
while death awaits.