Is something right or wrong
Do any of us really have a voice a choice
I can praise scream shout feel any emotion possible
Being who I am I am different as we all actually are
Each of us a different cycle
Full of mysteries time after time
Believing in different Gods practices of worship
I think... there for I am
Crazy, neurotic.. still existing
Cause whatever is giving me life
Is offering me this choice
This voice of reason
To be heard and recognized
I chose this life before I began this life
I chose how I go out too
I am simply following the path I chose for myself
Living that dream learning my lesson in life
All of us is but a simple idea or belief
Following what one man believed upon
We were living in caves all we had is animals hunting us
We chose to defend our human rights pointing out such dangers
Learned to talk that's why all of us speak different too
This first man to be recognized saw fire and light and hope and peace
Choosing it instead of picking it up and bashing another
He chose to keep warm and tell stories, out living Neanderthal
Created instruments for music this choice to put down such weapons of violence
A created something for pleasure
Why listen to me why listen to anybody
To mock for a laugh a joke
I think everyone's a freak
Or are you actually listening to me to hear me out
The choice is yours
I am but one man typing away needlessly
I can write this whole thing in alphabet soup words at random jotting them down
And still you would listen to those
Choice is yours?

Nice poem .