Little kid wonders if he is destined to ride alone He is far from his family, his friends and his home On his own- alone- left to roam in his own ‘dome' Didn't realize what he really lost was his soul Live life lavishly in a constructed comfort zone Like a king in a kingdom, but where is the throne He feels the pain of life in his bone, stone cold Or at least he wish he was cold like a stone, he told Unfortunate, cuz crooks come from a broken household Yet his knowledge of life was worth more than gold Remember to play your cards right, but never fold He's a product of his environment, a rough diamond Never complain, but humbly thank God for his garment Let me explain, he had nothing, yet stayed strong & silent But going insane, desperately searching for an asylum Through pleasure & pain, succumb to a society that's violent Live life in the fast lane- something like a modern day pirate No sacrifice no gain, he ain't a people's person but private Reflecting on the train- finally his mind is peaceful & quiet Came to the conclusion life's profane- now his thoughts run riot From temptations he tried to abstain- learnt to be self-reliant Purpose: perish or entertain- do you follow a ruler or a tyrant -ASK