young man, lament...

my heart laments with the setting sun
for day never saw my plans set
i've almost prepared myself to get ready
yet these books within me will die as thoughts
these conversations i've had with you, with the world
will die the sad death of a whisper in the thickets of night
like a ram caught with it's horns
my dreams are nocturnal inmates thus fear the rising of the sun

living life in the small circle of imprisoned minds
none of my friends managed to wing these familiar grounds
we've all grown to become local
a small-time big-guy who has grown to be loyal
to the voice that chained him and caused him not to be vocal
and turn to spit on his tears as if men were conditioned dehydrated
i lie by the side of young men who had it within them to be
yet settled to grasp at the straws of a defeated past and unreachable future. life is now!