In gallow gate
In his p.e.kit
He was the spit
Of one of my team mate.
I guess every where
Is more or less the same.
I had no direction.
Was my father's fault
Pushing at me.
Troy spoke about
Complimentary therapies
Academic science was not
Possible with the bi-polar anymore
So I swithced to practical or alternative
Art? Cooking? Massage?