Some times life is being aware

Kind of knowing

That no one seems to be like

You

Sure you to try to make others

Aware of ''stuff'' thats going on

Gone on in the past

That some how you know

Goner happen sooner or later

But those who hear you

But can not wont open their

Minds eyes and ears to you

But when they open their mouths

It's to call you names

''Bloody fool '' '' edit '' and such like

Then you kind of feel a right prat

You just cant join the crowded

The gang

Always walking the road alone in your

Own company , wishing not to be alone

With your thoughts

But some how you keep a going

It is said The Thinker treads a lonely road

Cast out by his own

Being aware being a knower

Is something not to be recommended to any

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Writer