So I was staring out the window and thought to myself why. Well I guess in a way you give me direction, because why do I want to make money, or why do I want to work out, who do I strive for anything at all. Well I do it for you. I want you to be proud of me. I want you to look at me and be happy with yourself because of me.
this is my poem before refinement
Meaningless ?
What is a man
If not to love
Is there meaning
To what we do
Why reach for the moon
If it’s not for you
Why close my eyes
If it’s not to dream of you