Referendum

Can't find sleep

 always seems to lead the way of losing yourself.
That manic feeling
fade in
fade out 
Weary here in this man made place, with all of this surrounding, challenging 
...ungrateful maybe

 definitely felt unfortunate.
Perhaps its luck.
 it doesn't feel like luck.

auto correct stops here, whatever I type on this machine stays here.

Dreams Reality Nightmare the undefinable makes you go the furthest.
the more you learn the less you know.
truth falls away.

          impulse

decide already, this isnt life or death, and really theres only death... 
Everything is so pumped up so false so fake, blinding the senses with good reason.
you all have a reason.

whats the point? no one knows for sure. 

free will, ain't that a kick in the head?
all the resources, opportunities, advantages, past, future, experience, knowledge, what good is it if I'm not doing what I can? what I should...

What should I?

you call it a choice? are you fucking mental? there are no choices here friend, only perceptions and reactions.
chemicals too, biological chemical shit that rages war on the psyche.

there never was a choice, just the appearance of one.

It's Friday, November 2nd, 2012, 5:28 am. Everything is right as rain,
that is,
 no apocalypse,
 plague,
famine,
but the way we live, you'd think we were all the walking dead.

© m.f. /Roxywaters Nov. 2012