I am just an imperfect man. Born in an imperfect world.
A part of me is strong and the other part is flesh.
As a youth, I was misguided by misled people.
The truth they have never known, is no stranger to deception.
Deceived to believe in the lies of reality.
Terrible way of thinking says the closed eyed fool wondering around with no direction.
How can I paint a picture to someone blind to the truth of injustice?
Ha. They won’t understand.
Were we not taught to follow a pattern of society?
Or were we taught to make mistakes and learn the meaning of being human?
Young and Misguided was the story of my youth.
The Imperfect Man is the image of the proof.
By: Fredrick D. Thompson