Can't tell...

You can see the journey through my eyes,

Pain in my actions

The wisdom in my voice...

The emotions or emotionless that is—

Navigated by my experiences.

You can tell.

I wish I were you.

You had everything I wanted.

You had nothing then…so now I appreciate.

Every little small thing in my possession man I swear I never had nothing…

Then but when the time came or come for we not there yet,

But close enough to see my pay off.

This hard work not easy.

No crocodile tears more like Niagara.

They flowed and showed the load to carry, the road to bury, hatches with minds and regrets for we all wish.

"Why us?"

The lesson keeps going, I'll pass it I'm sure but now I'm sure that the hunger is real, I feel...

Worthless...

No useless

No ruthless

No clue-less

What would you guess?