You’re on your own now.
A whole new world you know absolutely nothing about.
Chest out eyes dry.
Placeless without footing but, you stand firm in your belief that you’re a good man. A good man in a bad place.
A world where fear and destruction is on the menu and violence is bartered as currency.
You do become a product of your environment once you establish an ego and make pride your purpose. You’ll find your tribe but must still stand alone. Faces come and go some don’t make the cut but all promise to not forget how the silence slices the soul while in solitude. They pinky swear to not leave you in other places.
Out of sight, out of mind.
A strange word when you can’t hold on to nothing precious because your hands are required to remain clenched — tight fisted.
It’s better to want for naught and go without than to thrust for life in the midst of drought.
A world where all is illusion a game of charades bragging boasts of backwards thinking and doing deeds that damn our souls. We trip ourselves and set our snares then cry victim, woe is me, no one cares. This world of honor and place of pride with mountains of respect and loyalty flowing like rivers into oceans of sacrifice. Invisible lines drawn in the dunes to establish rules and expectations we set for each other. These are the rules that shape our lives and unfortunately take others.
This is a world where the story survives and must dreams go to die. Designed to crush a spirit and force feed you conformity. But you will adapt and overcome. You will find the treasures hid in dark places and become more than they had planned for you. The struggle and strife gives you the fire to test your mettle against. The cold hard unyielding world that this is. Welcome to prison mind body and soul. | TA