Poem By: Raymond Bundotich


if my life was a real person in physical excistance, it would be one mean *****

Why does everybody keep going back to the same old question?

What have you been upto these days friend?

over and over again; it's like a consatant reminder of how much of a diappointment I am to myself

Doesn't it ever get old?

well maybe it's true some scars you can't hide even with a wide smile on your face

well would you be happy to know i've been to all these random places; spreading my wings?

Better, following the paths drawn out infront of me; Doing my best to keep my steps straight best I can

I know you'd be glad to see me fight my way up these rightious paths

and for a while back there things were looking up; becoming really great

I was starting to learn how to feel good and proud about myself; Was even walking straight, not with my head down like a dog



with it's tail between it's legs to a cats bark; an embarrassment to it's race

all I know is I woke up mid-air on a free-fall with no chute; the only one I had chose to leave without even a goodbye;

Now every-things fading away and time is flying real fast; Yesterday's past, today passed, future's present

I'm not yet gone but all that's left are bones; and 21? if this if this it it was too short yet so long

maybe I had simply chosen to illude myself; blinded by the thought of becoming man again

truth is happiness is a magic trick some of us never master well; with time the knowledge fades away.

Rest in peace love.