stop reality. start life.


	Pity pushed to the back of beyond
	duty to do where wence you came from
	first & formost above all else
	forever a sadness about oneself
	a legacy i build for my desendants
	on others they will never be dependant
	i look to the future and see
	the pity growing smaller in me
	as i see through my childs eyes
	a future i came to relise
	for them, this i'm about to grow
	a suffering they shall never know.

	Blaise