Poetic Dan

44 years of training

It\'s always been there but after 44 years of training I begin to understand. 

Be it mother, brother, sister or son. Family doesn\'t mean friendship comes along. 

We each have a role to play to the best But who stays beside us is part of the test. 

Responsibility in the countability to hold ourselves up

Becomes the rhyme and reason to search for knowledge lost

Finding love is just a concept imagined long before us

I see the purpose of my existence is a vessel of emptiness 

Holding on to nothing to become everything at once 

recording for a prospective to find where I belong.