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I’m travelling through the Grand Central Station,

why; you asked?

to help clear some frustration,

and to refuse the temptation,

that’s all around this,  so called nation.

While I am travelling,

I can only carry 3 bags full of stuff.

I wish this could make things a bit easier,

but atleast I can still walk through with a smile,

even though things are tough,

and alittle bit rough,

but with God I still can manage to make it through.

no matter what I say or do.

The first bag is full of rage,

I know, don’t say it;  “Why Rage?”

Cause at my age,

I’m not engage,

I want to turn the page.

I even tried going to the batting cage,

to release this angriness.

The second bag is full of pain.

That I’m trying to keep from destroying my brain.

and no (I’m not insane).

Its just very hard to explain!

And the third bag is full of Wrongheadedness,

or more or less neglecting,

all because I was just trying to be protected,

and ended up being suspected.