Dear Grampa

I can't get it, it's too pathetic that lifes is control.
What they told me in their smoke signals:
i just coughed. you cant do shit you just eat it and cry.
when you turn around in line, you get passed by. ..
can't skate through this,
its not cakewalk. it seemed good so i chalked one up.
so now tell me what you are will you be a scab or a scar.
my minds made up. I can't decide. love speedy