Reflection

Sometimes I sit alone and reflect on where I should be

Sometimes I reflect on what life was supposed to feel like

Sometimes I reflect on my inner self to help support my wealth and health

Reflection is like an inspection of yourself

I sit most days hoping I can forget the world I am living in I just have to disconnect from the reality to reflect on my personality so I can conquer nationally I don't think rationally I sit every day praying for the dark days to be over and done with because am sitting in a state of confusion what's my next move how can I get on track i am always falling back to the illusion.

I know I need to change I will change the best way I can I am just looking to vanish into the darker ages and move through without any wages my life needs reflection and I have this horrible infection that hates rejection i just know EVERYTIME I try to do something good it always ends up blended like the body's fule I just want to move on and make the change but my brain is dangerous Which is preventing me from the shame I am willing to encounter.

I just wish my life was better I made the mistakes and learned from them instead of constantly burning from them I just can't get my head into the straight it's never great when you're always the bait to your inner States the only things consistent in my life are my wife and my music life these things have stayed pinned to my heart , body, soul and mind I am just not kind I beat myself everyday I get jealous of everyone around me because there profound and am just in the lost and found.

But I am never found so I can't even find myself these days I have never really been able to anyways am just a mass of pure class SHIT I need ripped in half then quartered I can't even stay on top of myself so if am unable to take care of me how can I raise a family and help my wifey I know I can make the changes required it's just strange, out with my range.

I wish I had someone take control of my brain except my personas to fix me because I can't fix myself am fixating on things that are irrelevant this isn't a testament this is the start of my so called amendment I can't keep falling captive to the darkness mages that control all my stages when the brains looking for new pages I get caught and slung up like a carcass ready for it's skinning to help the world eat I just need to beat and reflect on my masculinities but this isn't easy.

I am feeling queasy and it's uneasy but I hate where I landed now I am trapped i just can't seem to snap and move forward instead of back as I always end up coming back to the horrid ways or this absolutely disgusting unacceptable behaviour my life's not great I made some silly choices which introduced hate I try keep my faith but I can never get it off my chest plates I am bound tight I just need to check out tonight and try reflection to suppress my infection

Reflection oh

Reflection oh