the past brings you to the present… and the present is just a pit stop from the future… i won’t stop thinking ‘til my daydreams turn into reality… i hail a cab… hey driver drop me off here… and i’ll walk on my own… wander the path before me with $20 in my pockets… and only hope within my heart… i’ll pray for what i want… and fight for what i need… i’ll never give up even if i have to bleed… any opposition presented before me i’ll try to conquer… and if i fail i’ll learn to deal with it… either way i’ll come out of it stronger, wiser and better… why should i rent out a life when i can own one?… welcome to the neighborhood….
© 2000 josephine b. ciliento