Bullets fly and music blares at the moon
6 at night. Essay, study, skip the bed,
Inner metronome which beats till high noon.
Head on straight, news flashing stories of bright red
To scare the mind. Mind if I focus on,
On maintaining that holds the key.
Silver in color, hope sealéd the flaws.
Eyes bound straight, ears to the tune right for me.
Home is my sanctuary, not the streets.
I do my best to live another day,
One person doesn't know what the next greets.
For books fuel our minds to prevent decay.
I look past the obstacles in my life.
I balance what I can and live here now.