Year 22

Tis the last day of my twenty first year,
And am sittin', wondering how I survived here,
They still ask me" How d' you know so much at 22?"
What do you mean? You never had a catch-22?
Hard ends call for tough choice, grow or die,
And now here, beyond the red sun and the golden hills,
Is where I mine the precious ore my brain refines
And I acquire wisdom, from my finance, it spills
If I choose to grow, forever before me is the shadow of death
But if I walk beyond ordinary life, I leave it behind
And I delve deep into life with no shadows in depth
So light catches me and makes my mind
A new surface to lay my old thoughts,
When I come back, they ask me,
What do you think? "Do you believe in God?"
Oh, Did I defeat my self, heart, enemy?
Reality annoys me but in its domain, I love to trail
A freeman marked by hopeless scorners in jail
So I kill their ego and make bowl
Then blacklist their dark blackmails
But who am I but the dust of Eden,
Borrowed life from the Breath of heaven
Born of spirit, purged from the heathen,
And if today I fall, still, I will rise and go