Good Guy

He was a good guy

He was a fair guy

He was an honest man

He had integrity

 

He carried a hankie in his pocket for the sad

A comforting word for the hopeless

And a 5 dollar bill for the homeless

At all times

 

He didn’t deserve to be screwed

He didn’t expect what life issued out…

But he got it anyway

The most beautiful of people

The most humble of souls

Weighed down by people’s words

And constant negativity

Not what he deserved no,

But he still pushed on though

Too much of a good guy

To stop his flow

Why he finished last no one knows

 

To structured to belong to this life

Shines so brightly

Like stars in the sky

To refreshing for his time

It’s not right,

For this good guy

To belong to this bad world

 

Should he change his ways

Or should he just not give a fuck bout

What people have to say

Who knows, cuz at the end of the day

He lays his head down on the pillow

Wishing it’ll all just go away

Wondering if he will ever be saved

 

If his mind will come back down

From outer space

And rest in the reality

Of the repetitive life he lives today

If he will ever grasp “a normal way”

 

So he continues to paint a smile on his face

And perform his daily duties

Like every things ok

With the sole comfort

Of his body being detached from his soul

One day…

 

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