Wheelchair Man II

It takes guts to be in a wheelchair Twelve years ago I got a job in the open labour market My first day I ran away early I had transport issues I got a lift with another wheelchair man's car The second day I stayed a full twelve hour shift I phoned my girlfriend to let her know I'm looking for a lift home if I don't find any that I might look for a place to sleep for the night I managed sleeping at a police station I was sitting and sleeping in my wheelchair It was risky When I needed to tinkle The loo was by the prison cells, twas scary! I was on my way to work again It was my third day I found a lift home I got home at half past two in the A.M It was your intention That I should not depend upon someone else That I should fend for myself Lest I stumble on sudden wealth Wouldn't that be a boost to my health In a manner of speaking It will be the counsel that I'll be seeking I mean a person with special needs Could do with a lot zeros behind his name But then again social injustice is not a novelty It's in everywhere you look Is like pushing yourself with a wheelchair A great distance and you can't see an end to your journey You are tired but you can only rest When you have reached your home At your home your eyes fell closed Your arms fell limp of fatigue off your wheels The next day you wheel yourself a fresh You just carry on taking deep breaths my pregnant girlfriend's love a comfort to me Some of us sit for long hours Some take precaution of pressure sores Some delight in giving some us a fright I cringed with vengeance inside of me I am seething through my teeth It is soon to be forgotten I was born with cerebral palsy These things I outgrown At time these things can appear very loathsome In this regard being in a wheelchair can be lonesome I just switch off from the world at times Unplugging helps at times Other times I just spend my time writing I like to bury myself in it, keeps my mind busy I try to refrain to take it as a switch in personality I just like to share another reality It's like getting out of your wheelchair And walking on parallel bars in a therapy session Writing is my therapy session If your wheelchair is not in a good condition The stress begins That extension of yourself becomes threatened That is why one or two extra wheelchairs is helpful Take yourself out and be active Life in wheelchair doesn't have to stand still Get up, get out and do something flip We also have life So keep on being a rolling inspiration