Poetry

Its time to play
Its time to play
Play through the pit
The pit of the drum
Drum fire
Fire spit through
The flame
Terror from the eyes
All I can say is cope
Cope with  a poke
Poked like Facebook in
A map, mapped out on destiny
Destiny Relive
Reilve from my child
Its time to play
Its time to play
Im stopping and starting
Trying to begin in this filed on men and mice
Who will stand up and who will fall?
The brave always struggle
Struggle but still rise
Im all about overcome
Overcoming  jealousness 
Its time to play……