I'm falling out with rat tactics to struggle seems so worthless. Shrinking beneath the weight of it. Life gets boring same old
story, yeah we know. A rut becomes a hole (becomes) a chasm. Evade it, coward. Why move forward? Can't get no traction on it so spin your wheels- eyes on the prize. The joke's on me because there's nothing to be found. Stink so desperate for it unable to ignore the embarrassment bubbling up inside you. Life gets boring same old story, yeah we know. A rut becomes a hole (becomes) a chasm. Why move forward? Evade it, coward. Can't get no traction on it. Just spin your wheels- eyes on the
prize. Jokes on me- there's nothing to be found. Stay on the ball to stay on the wall. Shrinking beneath(the weight of nothing at all). Just take it on the chin because these are your cards. I'm dropping out to say I don't give a fuck about it. It's fine. I'm nothing to no one. Bad sense of direction- it's true. Figurative and physical. Can't deny it- it's fact and holding strong. Long and slow is the ordeal. It all gets so drab. Detached and listless. It's gospel truth. I don't have the answers- suffice to say I'll just sit on my hands. Impeded and delaying the hang ups are self provided. So give me some rope and let's see where it goes. I bet it's elliptical. Shot in the foot- out running my legs but still going up hill. I don't have the answers or a clue. Nothing good to say or advice for you because we all know strong backs beget shitty lives. I stay blind. No view. Visionless is the way to be when you're so off balance. Out of sight out of mind. It's not worth it but I don't have the proof. Call it what you will. I've got a lofty tolerance for pleasure still. Just searching for distraction. Give me satisfaction. Make me happy and make it snappy. Give me some rope and let's see where it goes. I bet it's elliptical. Bad sense of direction. It's gospel truth.