Feel Pretty Good Tonight Sorting Myself Out As Usual

Ah, yea, it ain't that hard. When the whole culture seems fake and people pigeonholed. Oh well, it's not that easy, just easy to say that. The problems of the personal times is been locked down into survival mode. Almost like some twisted test to see how much you can take. I could never take it. I didn't want to except having to work alone, separate from everyone, while they are separate from everyone else too. Who would want to change, some could act like they like it this way, well hey it's just an impression. These are just words. Maybe not even that great of words, take a sad song and make it better anyways haha.

The over the top bug eye stress. Where does it come from. Where your annoyed by any sound, wound, pounding your fist. Shaking your fist. Shaking with rage, haha. When you've felt desperate to reach out and wound the whole time 'cause your reacting to how spun the pop culture seems. Holidays are fake, must not dupe myself about it either. Working for the weekend is fake. It's a dumb life style.

How can I get back to the wild child smiles, to make some miles. When theres no one around you almost forget what to think or say. No opinion, it falls apart. Only a peace of mind is sought after. All the hectic days and life lines gone astray. Hard to hold on, stay calm, nowhere to go. The pressure didn't stop. Not wanting to be just left alone just some peace for awhile. To step out of the situation a moment. Find a livelihood. Change the routine and life if possible. Always work towards it and keeping the mind intact.