Stick With It Poem by King Happy

It's hard to have a mid-life crisis,
At the age of 24, (I do feel that if it's half, I'm lucky.)
Or with the spirit of an old man since birth.
Who's prepared himself to let go
before he even had something to hold.
Dead since conception,
he knew he would never belong anywhere.
Before belonging was even an option.


But the heart is a beautiful thing.
It can change minds, mend spirits -save souls.
Answering the soul when it lacks spirit.
The brain is just a mediator.


But the brain is a terrible thing.
It's conniving and swift.
Murderous and greedy,
After some sort of achievement it can't even feel.


The soul is a sensible thing.
Some don't have it..