Misconception Of Warren Walker

Will I ever be understood.
The mind of a country boy, deep down in the woods.
With nothing but road kill and pine trees.
That one of the reason why I get on my knees.
I pray.
I pray that the Lord will protect me another day.
I pray for my mind to be at ease,But thats so hard to do waking up in these trees.
Which blocks the sun from beaming on me, I need my time to shine.
I guess its time to stop using excuses to get on my grind.And get in shape.
This world is a battlefield so I must start getting ready to take my place.
People say that we are our worst enemy in which we are.
We down grade ourselves and set limits on how far.
How far our ambitions will take us, how long will this sorrow filled world last.
I reach like a blind mind searching through the grass.
Searching for that key of joy , that key of eternity.
But why do I have in my mind that people want to murder me.
Maybe not physically but mentally.
Talk about me , I smile they look the other way.
So Am I wrong for purchasing my pistol, and on the verge like an AK.
Wanting to chop anyone who doesnt understand me to nothing but pieces.
Thank God for poetry which is like a valve that opens and so that my mind releases.
All these confused thoughts , but still push like the little engine who knew he could.
But will Iever be understood?......