shin

Almighty beholder,
benevolent schtick,
condescend my will to live,
override my will to shit.
This pomegranate structure of contractual punctuality hurts me where I sit.
The traffic of congenial lifelessness comes to me at times when I think it can be worth it.
The spectre of our sources snide upon our folly.
All the temptations welcome our hard earned money and burn our souls by the living of the life we're given.
The wasted moments, they pick up doubts, and lives worth living left behind for lives worth missing.
The debts.
The dysfunctional relationships.
The empty habits.
The environmental defects.
Where does life begin?
I can see where it ends, I always have,
when can I really take charge.
Alot of times, suicide seems the only means but I can't give like that.
When can I take charge.
Take control and order myself around.
I'm tired of working for the fortunate.
I have a beautifull mind, an able body, and the will to be more than I can.
Where is my time?
Where is my time?