stressed’n perplexed’n wonderin whats gonna happen next when i finally choose a move to make… used to be on top of the world… now it seems like i can barely stay ontop my life can’t take this…wishin i could shape shift ta shapeless and dissappear with no trace $h!t… Uck bein lost in the matrix feels like i was never plugged in in the first place wishin in the worst way i could embrace it… the only thing that helps me keep pace is the way my fingers flow fluid to connect two’n two’n fill in the empty spaces, alchoholic but not a case wasted, even in the fog i can see light… wishin i could taste it, a life without bitterness or hatred, where instead of repeating’m i’d learn from my mistakes’n take measures not to remake them, feelin like it’s pointless to put the point of this pen to use ta spin tales, impossible to maintain motivation, no wind in them sails’n no breath left to exhale…