Call me Al

Tiny and skinny is how people describing me
No zest to live this life is something normal for me
Just playing around with my destiny, laughing on my shadow
While inside of me there’s a broken heart ripped off

It’s me who deserve for blame?
Or should I go with my vociferous heart?

Stiff as the wood and rigid more than metal
That’s me? Or it was me?
Future is something I can’t predict and I don’t want to touch
Present is a second of my life that resemble in an uncertainty existence
Past is the best part of life I hold in the palm of my hand

Change me please… to whom I shall ask for changes?
Hey ‘me’ please open your eyes, breathe deeper, and hear more
I want to let people know that all weird things they said is nothing for me
I believe in me God and me self…
My name is Al, don’t describe me as another condition or name. Call me Al