What was once you is no more

Your being changed from it's very core

clouded thoughts of all sorts

makes you easy to contort.

Reason fades replaced by the chase

of a solid state to hold your face. 

Though if difference means to stop,

then hope remains untouched.

Pull it together man.

How do you expect to lend your hand

when you can hardly stand,

Words escape you now and then

but what use are they without a pen,

as they are often scattered,

no composer when shattered.

So drop your habits and clear your mind

as the world needs you at this point in time,

Blood runs to deep for you to throw away what you can keep,

So stop being a mindless sheep and turn your thoughts to help on the street. 

Copyright Luke Whitmore