Thoughts.. Poem by Derrick Andrews

Revelations from the mind of a young man,
Turns out things never unfold the way they're planned,
Seems like temptation has an even deeper plan,
To corrupt an control every decent man,
But that's ok, it isn't shortening my life span,
It's simply blocking me from ever trying to make a stand,
But I'm fine, I'll just put it all in God's hands,
Maybe this is something he can only understand,
Because the second I start thinking that my life is bland,
It's like my soul's been sold to another man,
Not that he could use it 'cause it only follows my demand,
Which is to sleep, eat and write, with my own hands,
And if I ever become someone besides my own man,
I hope to God I die as quickly as my soul can.