Life is a long marathon, not a sprint
i'm lost never knowing which way I went
this world has become war in a tent
it's so prevalent just killing events

this is me the lowest on the chain
listen to me all you do is use your brain
stay away from pain and the gone insane
leave your own stain upon these plains

Stay with the grain every once in a while
but remember to use your own kind of style
get to the end if you have to walk 12 more miles
you'll be satisfied and gratified upon gold piles

Make something dirty new
Make something old come through
Make your life mean something to someone else
Make it a grand time and always ask for help

Another's wisdom is a field of green grasses
it grows with you and it's seen the weather's clashes
Autograph your work with quality and be true to your self
your soul is your soul and it's mine that you just felt

My soul shines through my writing
it never needs particular lighting
My social soul is bland but when I write
no one ever knows why this life I strife

Really like it!!

thanks ;] Just on the road again on a business trip, thought I'd subsidize some of my boredom with poetry. :|

Good write!